last night we named his ikea moose Damian
got paid! FINALLY. I put away cash for rent, and I have to make sure I have some saved for Paris (Aug's check in September is not going to be as cushy as this one, having no covers and two missed days) and, you know, possibly any emergencies. Did I mention that J booked tickets so we're definitely going to Paris together?
speaking of himself, he left today for Wales til sunday. I have to impress him with how much writing I get done before then.
Thursday my class will be watching The Devil Wears Prada.
My grandparents are leaving on their geezers' tour of my island tomorrow, so I want to call them tonight to make sure all's in place. I hope they don't have somewhere in mind for dinner, because if not we can all go to the restaurant where Candice works so they can meet one of my roommates as well as my boyfriend. Of the boyfriend, all is going swimmingly. I just think about him too much to do my work, is all.
Olympic rowing finals are Sunday morning, which is awesome motivation to get shit done so I can watch those.
In terms of sickness: I'm on the mend. Voice is probably back to 30%, which is markedly better than any previous day. It's enough to get words out but also still ruined enough to make singing really funny. And I got in touch with the grandparents, who are still planning to make it over here and had no dinner-place plans. I'll take them to Candice's place of employment. Fabulous.
It's 9pm now. I suppose I should start writing; I'm only 9 hours late for when I wanted to start working.
speaking of himself, he left today for Wales til sunday. I have to impress him with how much writing I get done before then.
Thursday my class will be watching The Devil Wears Prada.
My grandparents are leaving on their geezers' tour of my island tomorrow, so I want to call them tonight to make sure all's in place. I hope they don't have somewhere in mind for dinner, because if not we can all go to the restaurant where Candice works so they can meet one of my roommates as well as my boyfriend. Of the boyfriend, all is going swimmingly. I just think about him too much to do my work, is all.
Olympic rowing finals are Sunday morning, which is awesome motivation to get shit done so I can watch those.
In terms of sickness: I'm on the mend. Voice is probably back to 30%, which is markedly better than any previous day. It's enough to get words out but also still ruined enough to make singing really funny. And I got in touch with the grandparents, who are still planning to make it over here and had no dinner-place plans. I'll take them to Candice's place of employment. Fabulous.
It's 9pm now. I suppose I should start writing; I'm only 9 hours late for when I wanted to start working.