Mine is a life of tedium, I fear. Or medium, as I am lead to believe by my typing skillz.
I have bandages on the last two fingers of my left hand. Mishap with knife.
See, you're supposed to cut on cutting boards, not your bare hands. A lesson I shalt remember unto the ending of my blah blah blah.
I love working a library. Srsly, I just checked out two books for this guy in my PHI class under my name, 'cause he owes like a bazillion dollars in late fees. But he's cool. I don't remember his name, but he's my Periodical Room Buddy.
He's always in the far back of the Periodical Room when I'm working. Pervs.
Also, not quite certain of my obsession with "srsly." Maybe because it's so close to how I actually say the word.
Hmm. Things to ponder. Am drinking SoBe's Essential Energy (in Berry Pomegranate). Vry good. Also, addicted to
Urban Dead. It is this zombie aficionado's dream site. I am operating three different characters on said site. 'Tis the roxxors.
I'm trying to write a couple of short stories (original for once!) in anticipation of the clusterfuck that is NaNoWriMo. Haven't decided whether I'll work on my Zombie!Berlin idea, or Memoir. I just keep focusing on the hope that I'll be published by the end of spring semester.
Uh-oh. Bandaid coming off pinky.
Abyssinia!