Catching up on my life

I really dislike mornings. I'm trying to catch up my my reading of the journals and the many unread/unanswered pieces of email that are sitting around in my inbox. August has been hectic, so far.

So, anyhow, last night, my toilet broke. My apartment is a slum. This is the third time it's broken, recently. Anyhow, I'm so psyched because I have to reach my hand in and manually flush that sucker. It also leaks if you put any pressure on it. Porcelain god, my ass. My toilet is more like a ceramic peasant.

I just realized how painfully unhealthy I am. My morning meal, which I just finished eating, consisted of Swiss Cake Rolls and diet raspberrt gingerale. That's what I most find amusing. I was eating crap anyhow, but obviously drinking a diet drink negates it or something. Actually, that's the only other beverage we have, besides water and Crystal Lite.

I need to both call and email Dawn today. I'm so high-tech. I also need to work on my room and sleep for several more hours. Guess which takes president? I've probably mis-spelled that as well, but you know what? It's before noon. I'm not even human at this point.

Are you still reading this journal entry? If you are, my god, why!?

I smell funny. It's not a bad funny, but sort of citrusy or melony. I guess that's not to bad for just waking up, but it's disconcerting to say that least.

I went to SpankMe (ahem, Yankee) Candles the other day. I picked up MacIntosh Apple, Banana Nut Bread, and Toasted Flan scented samplers. The MacIntosh Apple is, by far, my favourite. I went so far as to go and buy a car air freshener of the same scent. I love apples. When I was younger, my mom and I would go apple picking up at Gormley's Orchard in north Chittenden. Unless you have eaten an apple picked fresh from the tree, you have never really had a good apple. Gormley's was a neat little place. We used to get our pumpkins there, as well, and one year, I remember, we went out and chopped down our own tree. It was a Scotch Pine and it was the best tree we ever had. It never lost its needles and it smelled awesome. I hate having a fake tree here. This year, I'm going to get one of those plastic tree sacks that double as a skirt. Christmas isn't Christmas unless it smells like pine.

I'm planning on taking Matt apple picking this fall. We're going to the State Fair, as well. I grew up in the country.

I'm going back to sleep.