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verbicideSo I'm done. But I'm terrified to go to bed. If I conk out now, my alarm will not get a rise out of me at 8am. Christ, I don't think even Colin Firth could get a rise out of me. *pause* But um I'd be willing to test that theory out, k? Ooo speaking of: Colin Firth to host SNL tonight. If I am conscious I will be panting in front of the telly.
I have the caffeine equivalent of DTs, and remarkable how cold 630am is. Blah.
Perhaps will have toast. Really not up for food, but perhaps will help in absorbing some of the battery acid eating a hole through my GI tract.
I want to go wash my face and *pfht pfht* brush my teeth, but Hobbes just took the most spectacular crap and I think I'll do my breathing in another zip code, thank you. Not doing so much for the appetite, either.
I think I need a haircut. Maybe in LA. Bollocks. Still need to call stupid dentist.
You know, morning is kind of pretty *stares out window* Except for the cold, life-sucking-chill in the air thing.
I love my bed. It's very soft and warm and has a lot of pillows. I shopped forEVER for the damn thing as it was my first piece of adult furniture that I hadn't hauled out of my childhood bedroom or inherited. I got it for $200, frame and mattress at a shop in Berkeley that was going out of business. I need to sew a duvet cover since the one I've got now is just old, thrashed and scrotty.
I even hauled the bed to LA last year. And the cousins loved it. I would come home, head to my bedroom and every square inch was covered with kidlets. Some would be flopped on the bed reading my books. Mishy was always on the computer (my little protégé) and some would be sprawled on the floor watching a movies or playing a video game. And as much of a privacy fanatic I am, I didn't mind. Not them. They're just too cute to mind.
It's downright unnerving to be a role model. Too much pressure. It's freaky to hear my words, my expressions come out of their little mouths. *notes withering look from Sarah* Ok ok, they're not INFANTS or anything. *mutters* They're in college, most of them. Which is absurd because they're 8 years old. Just disturbing. And I managed not to swear around them. Which is rather impressive. And why I eventually had to leave the state before I imploded.
God. One more hour to go. I'm going to DIE.
* Howard's End. They were quoting something from some book which I once knew but can't remember at this particular moment in time. It was about a man who walked, just walked all day and all night.
I have the caffeine equivalent of DTs, and remarkable how cold 630am is. Blah.
Perhaps will have toast. Really not up for food, but perhaps will help in absorbing some of the battery acid eating a hole through my GI tract.
I want to go wash my face and *pfht pfht* brush my teeth, but Hobbes just took the most spectacular crap and I think I'll do my breathing in another zip code, thank you. Not doing so much for the appetite, either.
I think I need a haircut. Maybe in LA. Bollocks. Still need to call stupid dentist.
You know, morning is kind of pretty *stares out window* Except for the cold, life-sucking-chill in the air thing.
I love my bed. It's very soft and warm and has a lot of pillows. I shopped forEVER for the damn thing as it was my first piece of adult furniture that I hadn't hauled out of my childhood bedroom or inherited. I got it for $200, frame and mattress at a shop in Berkeley that was going out of business. I need to sew a duvet cover since the one I've got now is just old, thrashed and scrotty.
I even hauled the bed to LA last year. And the cousins loved it. I would come home, head to my bedroom and every square inch was covered with kidlets. Some would be flopped on the bed reading my books. Mishy was always on the computer (my little protégé) and some would be sprawled on the floor watching a movies or playing a video game. And as much of a privacy fanatic I am, I didn't mind. Not them. They're just too cute to mind.
It's downright unnerving to be a role model. Too much pressure. It's freaky to hear my words, my expressions come out of their little mouths. *notes withering look from Sarah* Ok ok, they're not INFANTS or anything. *mutters* They're in college, most of them. Which is absurd because they're 8 years old. Just disturbing. And I managed not to swear around them. Which is rather impressive. And why I eventually had to leave the state before I imploded.
God. One more hour to go. I'm going to DIE.
* Howard's End. They were quoting something from some book which I once knew but can't remember at this particular moment in time. It was about a man who walked, just walked all day and all night.
