...So I Don't Have To Go Back To My Trailer Park In Idaho...
I just went back and re-read livejournal entries, a favourite pastime of mine near the end of every year. Remember when Matt and I lived at Oakland? Remember when we were a fucking family of clowns? Remember House of Sourdhes? My livejournal remembers.
I've been sick for the last two days. The worst kind of sick, too. The throwing up kind of sick. Ew. I'm humoring myself and believing that I look a little skinnier, because it's the only way I can justify feeling that icky. I'm much better now, though, and grateful that the illness held off until after the holidays.
Today I'm beginning phase one of my cleaning endeavour. My room is always pretty neat, but I'm actually taking things off shelves, dusting, and moving old books into the garage. I'm trying to get everything nice and pretty for the New Year. I need to find a class to take because unfortunately, the class I was looking forward to the most got canceled. It's sad enough that it's not happening anymore, but now I have to try to find something else to fit in at an appropriate time. I was making an exception for that class, and taking it at night because it was with a professor that I liked. However, I'm not such a huge fan of night classes under normal circumstances. Oh WSU, you codfish.
I really want Buddy's...I love their ravioli, but I don't think that it's a good choice for my tum tum right now.
I need to get up. I've spent the last two days horizontal, and it's time to get out of bed, risk my tummy-related health, and rejoin the vertical world.