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I have a problem. Well, I have tons of problems. Most recently my problem is the pitiful addiction I've developed for trashy magazines. I'm so entertained by silly stories about stars that I really could care less about. Don't get me wrong- I love a good book. One that I'll totally devour because it's just that good. Lately I've just been one of those floozies that thrives on celebrity gossip. So, sue me. It's not hurting anyone, right? So what if I want to rot my brain every now and then.
I bought books for my trip. I'll have a lot of time for reading between flights, camping and the days the Patrick will be working. Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, by Chuck Klosterman and A Million Little Pieces, by James Frey. Both came highly recommended by quite a few different people.
My throat has been sore/infected for a few days now. I've been drinking a lot of water because it seems to be the only thing that helps the itch. I never realized how very tiny a bladder I must have. I've been stomping to the potty almost every 15 minutes. It's annoying.
I'm eating raspberries. They remind me of when I was a kid. I'd sit outside on the grass with my legs crossed and a big bowl of raspberries in my lap. Not caring about the offensive stains that would form on the crisp white shirt I had on. It was wonderful. I should do that again sometime.
I'm in the process of packing. By in the process I mean- I've got 3 things packed and the rest is dirty or in the wash. I loathe packing. I pack too much or too little and it is never the right things. Once I get to my destination, I'm all "Today would have been a good day to wear that shirt". The complication is that this time I'm trying to pack only what I can take on the plane with me, and I'm staying for much longer than I have in the past. Right. Good luck, Andrea.
I will have landed by tomorrow at this time. (Unless something goes terribly wrong. Fingers crossed.) I've got hockey in a few hours, so I'm going to get back to packing stuffing my suitcase. I'm looking forward to a week and a half with no internet.
I bought books for my trip. I'll have a lot of time for reading between flights, camping and the days the Patrick will be working. Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, by Chuck Klosterman and A Million Little Pieces, by James Frey. Both came highly recommended by quite a few different people.
My throat has been sore/infected for a few days now. I've been drinking a lot of water because it seems to be the only thing that helps the itch. I never realized how very tiny a bladder I must have. I've been stomping to the potty almost every 15 minutes. It's annoying.
I'm eating raspberries. They remind me of when I was a kid. I'd sit outside on the grass with my legs crossed and a big bowl of raspberries in my lap. Not caring about the offensive stains that would form on the crisp white shirt I had on. It was wonderful. I should do that again sometime.
I'm in the process of packing. By in the process I mean- I've got 3 things packed and the rest is dirty or in the wash. I loathe packing. I pack too much or too little and it is never the right things. Once I get to my destination, I'm all "Today would have been a good day to wear that shirt". The complication is that this time I'm trying to pack only what I can take on the plane with me, and I'm staying for much longer than I have in the past. Right. Good luck, Andrea.
I will have landed by tomorrow at this time. (Unless something goes terribly wrong. Fingers crossed.) I've got hockey in a few hours, so I'm going to get back to packing stuffing my suitcase. I'm looking forward to a week and a half with no internet.