He is from the north and likes gravy.
Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Okay. Yesterday was about the most unfun day ever. Not in terms of stuff that happened, but in terms of 'I feel like death, someone put me out of my misery'. It literally took me an hour to get myself out of bed, and I only made it as far as the computer chair where I stared blankly at my flist and used a lot of tissues.
I called in sick to work and ended up going anyway due to the FOUR people who beat me to it. Jerks.
Basically, I spent the entire day in a feeble, mopey, moaning ball who watched TLC and Star Trek simultaneously and cried over Wayne and missed sushi lunch with wittyphantom and melanittt and generally crapliness. I intentionally didn't post for fear of the ridiculously long, mopey post consisting of 'OMGGGGGGGGG I FEEEL CRAPPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY CLEARLY YOU SHOULD TOOOOOOOOOO' that I am so good at.
Today I feel quite a bit better, mainly due to my stomach behaving itself (the strange thing is, I have a cold. a sinus cold. which has nothing to do with stomach. curse you digestive system) and getting a much, much better night's sleep.
So. Today I shall sleepily go along to Mel's dress fitting, call work and tell them I'm too ill to work this weekend/am skiving off to go to Edmonton in search of fabtabulous grad shoes and maybe get groceries. Because, vegetables, people. And shan't be mopey over football anymore. One of my favourite managers is set to become England's manager post World Cup, so I am terribly happy about that. It likely means that Becks won't be captain anymore, but, as much as I adore him, that's probably a good thing. They shall hopefully give it to Terry and his kneesocks (one isn't complete without the other) or Mr Neville, though they won't because, erm, he's too angry. But I digress.
Random thoughts:
- see Shopgirl. Ignore the irritating 'omniscient voice' that is Steve Martin, but see it
- there are World Cup shirts at work, and I shall likely break down and buy one despite the 25$ price tag. And there is only one in my size, so I must do it soon
- I want to kill one of our security guards on the basis of him being an egotistical jackass
- ooh, my ears just popped!
- I have reread the twelve volumes of Fruits Basket that I currently own (soon to be thirteen!) in the past two weeks because I NEED HELP
- I STILL CANNOT FIND MY FAVOURITEST BOOK AND AM DEEPLY WOEFUL
- chocolate peanut butter cups bring pain
- phlegm. Phleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeegm!
- my left eyelid is twitching in the most aggravating manner and will not desist!
- I wish to watch Pride and Prejudice over and over and over
- OMG THIRTY-FIVE DAYS 'TIL THE WORLD CUP I SHALL DIE AND ENGLAND SHALL MAKE THEIR USUAL QUARTERFINAL EXIT DUE TO THE ABSENCE OF MY WAYNE AND I WASN'T GOING TO MOPE ANYMORE OH YEAH
- I'm completely addicted to this song. Any appreciators of fine, overly catch pop, clickyclicky!
And, with that, off to find food. *chu*
Okay. Yesterday was about the most unfun day ever. Not in terms of stuff that happened, but in terms of 'I feel like death, someone put me out of my misery'. It literally took me an hour to get myself out of bed, and I only made it as far as the computer chair where I stared blankly at my flist and used a lot of tissues.
I called in sick to work and ended up going anyway due to the FOUR people who beat me to it. Jerks.
Basically, I spent the entire day in a feeble, mopey, moaning ball who watched TLC and Star Trek simultaneously and cried over Wayne and missed sushi lunch with wittyphantom and melanittt and generally crapliness. I intentionally didn't post for fear of the ridiculously long, mopey post consisting of 'OMGGGGGGGGG I FEEEL CRAPPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY CLEARLY YOU SHOULD TOOOOOOOOOO' that I am so good at.
Today I feel quite a bit better, mainly due to my stomach behaving itself (the strange thing is, I have a cold. a sinus cold. which has nothing to do with stomach. curse you digestive system) and getting a much, much better night's sleep.
So. Today I shall sleepily go along to Mel's dress fitting, call work and tell them I'm too ill to work this weekend/am skiving off to go to Edmonton in search of fabtabulous grad shoes and maybe get groceries. Because, vegetables, people. And shan't be mopey over football anymore. One of my favourite managers is set to become England's manager post World Cup, so I am terribly happy about that. It likely means that Becks won't be captain anymore, but, as much as I adore him, that's probably a good thing. They shall hopefully give it to Terry and his kneesocks (one isn't complete without the other) or Mr Neville, though they won't because, erm, he's too angry. But I digress.
Random thoughts:
- see Shopgirl. Ignore the irritating 'omniscient voice' that is Steve Martin, but see it
- there are World Cup shirts at work, and I shall likely break down and buy one despite the 25$ price tag. And there is only one in my size, so I must do it soon
- I want to kill one of our security guards on the basis of him being an egotistical jackass
- ooh, my ears just popped!
- I have reread the twelve volumes of Fruits Basket that I currently own (soon to be thirteen!) in the past two weeks because I NEED HELP
- I STILL CANNOT FIND MY FAVOURITEST BOOK AND AM DEEPLY WOEFUL
- chocolate peanut butter cups bring pain
- phlegm. Phleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeegm!
- my left eyelid is twitching in the most aggravating manner and will not desist!
- I wish to watch Pride and Prejudice over and over and over
- OMG THIRTY-FIVE DAYS 'TIL THE WORLD CUP I SHALL DIE AND ENGLAND SHALL MAKE THEIR USUAL QUARTERFINAL EXIT DUE TO THE ABSENCE OF MY WAYNE AND I WASN'T GOING TO MOPE ANYMORE OH YEAH
- I'm completely addicted to this song. Any appreciators of fine, overly catch pop, clickyclicky!
And, with that, off to find food. *chu*