*parlez vous français, je suis sad!
Feb. 26th, 2004 12:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideSome days I fear for my sanity. Oh, who am I kidding: MOST days I fear for my sanity.
I just stretched and let out an involuntary meow. Not really a meow, but the same sound Hobbes makes when he stretches. It's a sad day when you start picking up traits from your cat. Haven't started licking my own ass yet, so that's good.
Slept in a bit and now feel very groggy. Had all kinds of surreal dreams. Going to Disneyland with Amy and being annoyed she insisted on bringing Martin. Trying to finish a paper while living in medieval times. Three other people and a horse were there. One snarky guy was teaching the prince and princess (richly suited) how to ride the horse. The problem was, the prince had a really feminine walk. So when he'd approach the horse, the sexist horse wouldn't let him ride. (But yet would let the princess ride without any hassle). So the instructor guy kept singing at him to Walk Like A Man.
Right. No more crack for me.
I feel so lethargic. I should bask under my desk lamp for 10 minutes and then clean this place up. It's like a paper cyclone hit my bedroom. I'm not even sure how or why that happened.
Finished watching Mrs. Brown last night. Judi Dench has got some serious game. Billy Connolly was very convincing as slightly mad John Brown. I want a crazed Scotsman at my beck and call and keeping away people who annoy me. And really, is there anything more beautiful than watching naked Scottish men shriek and jump into a lake (or wtfever body of water that was)..
And whatever else happens today: I WILL BUY SOME FUCKING MILK. I keep forgetting and want cereal. Brh.
I should also get off my ass and go to the fabric store. If there's any hope of finishing Ellie's quilt in time, I suspect I need to start it before her actual birthday.
Okay, so goals for the day: clean flat, pick up latest issue of SiP, consume pancakes at IHOP, stop by fabric store on way home and begin Ellie's quilt. Oh, crap. I should work out, too. *sulk* Oh. AND BUY MILK!! And cereal I like. I'm tired of trying to finish the enormous box of Wheat Chex. Blech.
But hey, Survivor tonight. I'm somewhat embarrassed by my love for this show. I don't watch any other reality show (or much tv in general), but god. It really gets me wound up, shrieking at the tv. See above re: sanity.
I just stretched and let out an involuntary meow. Not really a meow, but the same sound Hobbes makes when he stretches. It's a sad day when you start picking up traits from your cat. Haven't started licking my own ass yet, so that's good.
Slept in a bit and now feel very groggy. Had all kinds of surreal dreams. Going to Disneyland with Amy and being annoyed she insisted on bringing Martin. Trying to finish a paper while living in medieval times. Three other people and a horse were there. One snarky guy was teaching the prince and princess (richly suited) how to ride the horse. The problem was, the prince had a really feminine walk. So when he'd approach the horse, the sexist horse wouldn't let him ride. (But yet would let the princess ride without any hassle). So the instructor guy kept singing at him to Walk Like A Man.
Right. No more crack for me.
I feel so lethargic. I should bask under my desk lamp for 10 minutes and then clean this place up. It's like a paper cyclone hit my bedroom. I'm not even sure how or why that happened.
Finished watching Mrs. Brown last night. Judi Dench has got some serious game. Billy Connolly was very convincing as slightly mad John Brown. I want a crazed Scotsman at my beck and call and keeping away people who annoy me. And really, is there anything more beautiful than watching naked Scottish men shriek and jump into a lake (or wtfever body of water that was)..
And whatever else happens today: I WILL BUY SOME FUCKING MILK. I keep forgetting and want cereal. Brh.
I should also get off my ass and go to the fabric store. If there's any hope of finishing Ellie's quilt in time, I suspect I need to start it before her actual birthday.
Okay, so goals for the day: clean flat, pick up latest issue of SiP, consume pancakes at IHOP, stop by fabric store on way home and begin Ellie's quilt. Oh, crap. I should work out, too. *sulk* Oh. AND BUY MILK!! And cereal I like. I'm tired of trying to finish the enormous box of Wheat Chex. Blech.
But hey, Survivor tonight. I'm somewhat embarrassed by my love for this show. I don't watch any other reality show (or much tv in general), but god. It really gets me wound up, shrieking at the tv. See above re: sanity.
