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Mah internets r layzee!
May. 21st, 2007 06:37 pmMy internets have only been working intermediately this week-end and decided to sleep in today. I couldn't get them back on and functioning till about 1 this afternoon. Sup, internets. It's Monday. No one gets to sleep in on Monday. It could've been worse, though. I'm rereading Julie Gregory's Sickened, which I used as a source in a psych paper on Munchausen's Syndrome by Proxy a million years ago, before I changed my major to Art.
I haven't finished History of Celibacy yet, but I didn't feel like hunting around in my school bag for it.
I still feel kind of craptastic. I tried to do a little work in the bedroom today, but after about 10 minutes, I started hacking and wheezing and had to go sit down. Some help I am. My sinuses did drain, which is pretty good. That means my lungs no longer have a place to acquire gunk from. If only I could get the remaining gunk out...
I really like the green striped living room in the Scotch Painter Tape commercial, but I wonder if I'd get sick of it really quickly. Probably. I think my mind is warped from 10 years of apartment living and Navajo White walls. I also have this incredible urge to get house plants, even though I cannot keep them alive. I think some of that is because this place is, as Steven lovingly refers to it, a dark cave.
I'm so tired. I'm still frakking wheezing from earlier. I had intentions of cooking dinner for Steven tonight, but I just can't do it. I guess we'll be having sandwiches if he doesn't feel like cooking. We're out of pretty much everything else, including oatmeal, which makes me very, very sad. I sense a trip to BJ's in the near future.
Why am I so sucked into Little People, Big World? Stupid TLC and their addictive programming. I guess it's better than when I had pneumonia at 15 and got sucked into All My Children and One Life to Live.
I haven't finished History of Celibacy yet, but I didn't feel like hunting around in my school bag for it.
I still feel kind of craptastic. I tried to do a little work in the bedroom today, but after about 10 minutes, I started hacking and wheezing and had to go sit down. Some help I am. My sinuses did drain, which is pretty good. That means my lungs no longer have a place to acquire gunk from. If only I could get the remaining gunk out...
I really like the green striped living room in the Scotch Painter Tape commercial, but I wonder if I'd get sick of it really quickly. Probably. I think my mind is warped from 10 years of apartment living and Navajo White walls. I also have this incredible urge to get house plants, even though I cannot keep them alive. I think some of that is because this place is, as Steven lovingly refers to it, a dark cave.
I'm so tired. I'm still frakking wheezing from earlier. I had intentions of cooking dinner for Steven tonight, but I just can't do it. I guess we'll be having sandwiches if he doesn't feel like cooking. We're out of pretty much everything else, including oatmeal, which makes me very, very sad. I sense a trip to BJ's in the near future.
Why am I so sucked into Little People, Big World? Stupid TLC and their addictive programming. I guess it's better than when I had pneumonia at 15 and got sucked into All My Children and One Life to Live.
