Doesn't make a lot of sense, does it?

So the riots have already begun. Looks like Northeastern was the epicentre of Superbowl madness last night. Un-effing-real. I mean, yea, it was a good game, but running over pedestrians and overturning cars? It wasn't that good.

It was weird déja vu. The last time the played in the Superbowl, I was over at Steven's apartment in Weymouth with his ex-wife and the kiddo before he moved. It was totally eerie, because we realised we were eating the same thing (jambalaya) and drinking the same thing (red wine) as we had been the last time. It was very, very strange. It also didn't seem like there had been a year in between because neither of us really watched the Superbowl last year.

But, uhm, yea... Go Pats! One out of four Boston/New England teams has to do something.

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We went out to semi-celebratory dinner tonight at Bertucci's. Steven got the sole piccatta. It wasn't bad; I had a bite of it. The artichoke/spinach whatnot it came on was ...interesting... as well. My scallops were decent, but then again, they always are. I kind of wish that I had gotten pasta, though. I totally want ravioli. Maybe we'll do that for dinner tomorrow night since I have to work until 9:30 and it's going to be stormy and disgusting.

My entire face hurts. I have a sinus infection that will not go away and I am not about to take antibiotics for it. It was getting better for a while, but now everything's all full and pressure-y feeling. Stupid sinuses only drain at inoppurtune times and leave me feeling icky for the rest of the time. I'm not getting much done around here because I feel bleh. Plus, I have this really gross taste in my mouth all the time, no matter how much I've been brushing.

Ugh. I want to drink water all the time to keep the taste away. Yuck.

I'm getting groggy. I should probably get ready to get some sleep in the not too distant future. I'm vaguely considering changing my bed linens, though, before I go to sleep. I probably should, considering that the sheets are all sweaty between Steven and me both being sick. He was covered in sweat when he woke up from his nap, earlier. We've been cranky as all get out because the last two weeks have been hell on earth, between school, work, and people we interact with. We actually had a really good time out tonight, which I think we both needed.

We were joking about getting old earlier in the night and he told me he had a headstart. I reminded him that I'm crankier, already. He jokingly told me he was going to have me euthanised if I became a cranky old person. I reminded him it wasn't a mercy killing if it was for his mercy. Ah, domestic bliss. That sounds like an awful thing for him to have said, but we were honestly laughing about it.

Friday's my gramma's birthday. We're going down at some point over the week-end, just not sure which day yet. I need to find something for her. I just don't know what she'd like. We've already gotten her a card. I presume Steven will probably get her a small box of candy. I have no clue what I want to do. Sigh.

I'm going to change my sheets and drink water until this damn gross taste goes away.

The fact that I'm awake right now and have managed to somehow get seven hours of sleep scares the ever-loving christ out of me. This is the way it's going to be come the fall though: up at 6am, drive El Matt to work, catch a train to Boston for school... I'm still not a morning person.

Today is the day that Dawn and Mike find out (hopefully) what sex Da Baby is. I was supposed to be there this week-end, but my internal organs have ganged up on me and I very well might be dead. But yea, I'm excited for her, as well as excited to know.

Does this sound incoherant? It should. I just crawled out of bed.

Mommy and I are going to see my Gramma and Grampa today. This makes my miserable, cold, damp Monday a lot happier. We're leaving at 9am, I think, which gives me an hour nap... or not...

It's beginning to feel a lot like fall outside. I noticed, yesterday, that some of the leaves are starting to turn already. I actually really like fall a lot, so I can't complain. During the heatwave, I kept fantasizing about picking apples, pumpkins, the smell of woodsmoke, and wearing sweaters. I'm so emolicious.. I like sweaters. I digress, fall really is an awesome season.

I'm cooking a waffle and have lost my train of thought because it smells really good and I'm fairly hungry.

So, anyhow, my current goal is to join a gym within the next couple of weeks. I'm hoping not to get pneumonia or bronchitis this winter and maybe being vaguely active will help with this. Probably not, though.

Waffle + ding = no more journaling.

Yep, tomorrow is the big day. I'm leaving for Vermont in less than a few hours and am I sleeping? 'Course not. I'm hyper. I'm also hot and sticky. Mm. I bet everyone wanted to know this.

I have a scary, old iced coffee sitting on my desk which looks like it might be forming intelligent life and I am drinking lemon-lime soda that looks vaguely like anti-freeze. That and Pepto *whimper* I need more. I'll have to go to Sprawl*Mart while in Vermont...

I totally need to sleep. I have to get up and get organised tomorrow. I also need to iron Matt's and my pants (or get him to do it, whatever.)

I have so many bug bites.

I went to see Grampa today. He looked tired, but not bad otherwise. He was joking with me about the hospital food and the veggies, which he hates. I wish he was still well. My grampa is an awesome man. He's seriously the best father-figure I've ever had. I mean, he rebuilds accordians and such as a hobby. The man was a well-known lawyer. He's also a complete maverick. He and my Gramma are very cool people.

My energy just took a nose dive. I'm leaving you with what Carleigh said about me today:

Carleigh: i love your luvin

Carleigh: its hot and gooey.

Carleigh: better than all the rest

Carleigh: mwah

No entries for a week. Instead praise the awesome people in my Words to Leave By or make love to my gbook or something.