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Ugh. Somnolent cat is somnolent. I've had this horrible stomachache since last night, and it was so bad this morning that I called in sick. Throwing up is not something I want to combine with either riding my bike down a very steep hill, or electronics. I offered to work from home but couldn't log in remotely with my creds even though I got a ping back from my work pc's ip. Voicemailed IT but no response.
I dragged my sorry ass downstairs to Freshy's to eat a muffin and ponder my miserable existence. This, of course, accomplished nothing.
I always keep revising "Nihilists with good imaginations" to "Nihilists with good intentions." I'm not a Nihilist, I just get into these Nihilistic funks, which i guess other people would call depressed. But I don't get sad so much as I find everything meaningless and absurdly amusing.
This is also usually a by-product of not exercising for a couple days in a row and being hopped up (or down, as the case may be) by Librax. And/or any combination of lack of sleep/good shagging/turkey sandwiches/inordinate silliness.
I don't know if it qualifies as ironic that on the tail-end of my upper addiction (caffeine) my body gets reliant on downers to function without pain.
And I KNOW rationally that exercise could help me live without either of those, but it's hard when you're groggy from no caffeine and doubled over from stomach pain. Oh, excuses. Without you I'd be doing some asinine Wii Fit routine right now.
Am attempting this 3-month "no throw-away plastic" challenge thingy. This is HARD, man. Everything is in plastic. The only chips I can eat for three months are those Sun chips that come in the compostable bag. and SORRY WHAT WAS THAT I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER MY SUN CHIPS god those bags are loud. This is really a blessing in disguise, because I love tortilla chips more than real food. Sun chips are for the desperate. Potato chips are gtfo nasty.
Also firefox spellcheck does not seem to think that Firefox, spellcheck, OR thingy are words. Well, spellcheck, you got another thing coming.
Thingy.
I dragged my sorry ass downstairs to Freshy's to eat a muffin and ponder my miserable existence. This, of course, accomplished nothing.
I always keep revising "Nihilists with good imaginations" to "Nihilists with good intentions." I'm not a Nihilist, I just get into these Nihilistic funks, which i guess other people would call depressed. But I don't get sad so much as I find everything meaningless and absurdly amusing.
This is also usually a by-product of not exercising for a couple days in a row and being hopped up (or down, as the case may be) by Librax. And/or any combination of lack of sleep/good shagging/turkey sandwiches/inordinate silliness.
I don't know if it qualifies as ironic that on the tail-end of my upper addiction (caffeine) my body gets reliant on downers to function without pain.
And I KNOW rationally that exercise could help me live without either of those, but it's hard when you're groggy from no caffeine and doubled over from stomach pain. Oh, excuses. Without you I'd be doing some asinine Wii Fit routine right now.
Am attempting this 3-month "no throw-away plastic" challenge thingy. This is HARD, man. Everything is in plastic. The only chips I can eat for three months are those Sun chips that come in the compostable bag. and SORRY WHAT WAS THAT I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER MY SUN CHIPS god those bags are loud. This is really a blessing in disguise, because I love tortilla chips more than real food. Sun chips are for the desperate. Potato chips are gtfo nasty.
Also firefox spellcheck does not seem to think that Firefox, spellcheck, OR thingy are words. Well, spellcheck, you got another thing coming.
Thingy.