Lazy
I got a small package from my parents last week. It had some pictures from Christmas in Tokyo, a letter from mom about when they went to see Coraline, and some cheesy dollar store St. Patrick's Day beads and decorations. As hard as it is to be away from home, sometimes I think I appreciate my parents a lot more from THIS side of the world.
It's 2:00 in the afternoon. I should really DO something today. Cramps pretty much killed my incentive to take the train into the city earlier. If the ibuprofen manages to kill them any time soon, I suppose I can make the hour-long drive to the Aeon mall so I can hit the import food store. The things I have to do for feta, canned soup, and decent apple juice.
It's 2:00 in the afternoon. I should really DO something today. Cramps pretty much killed my incentive to take the train into the city earlier. If the ibuprofen manages to kill them any time soon, I suppose I can make the hour-long drive to the Aeon mall so I can hit the import food store. The things I have to do for feta, canned soup, and decent apple juice.