Ick

Jun 11, 2007 12:08

Apparently, I still can't go outside for any period of time without feeling like complete crap later in the day. This severely pisses me off.

Disney is not as busy as one would expect on a random weekend over the summer. Especially when compared to the madness of April.

Traditional Norwegian meatloaf (kyotekaka) tastes almost identical to traditional Danish sausage (which I won't even attempt to spell).

Lingonberries are like angry cranberries.

Even now I'm an adult, fish is still disgusting.

My throat hurts.

Pretty sure Jeremy's sick. He spent a day at the drag racing track the other day (for a documentary project) and blames it on allergies and sucking in so much auto junk. But see above thought.

I can't figure out if karma's a bitch, or if the majority of upper management at the theatre were a bunch of donkeys in nice clothes.

Writer's anxiety dreams suck.

I'm huge. I need to start working out today...

Jeremy's giving me a writing day today...but I don't know if I want to use it...

Oh! And the important bit! I might just be about to make myself into an artist. And that scares the beejeebers out of me.
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