Various rambleage
11 days of school left, and 17 or 18 before I can mosey back to Ottawa.
It's 9:30 pm, and all's hell.
Well, not that bad, really, just an attack of apathy and wicked indegestion.
I think the indegestion is this term's novel response to stress. It's ironic, because my other response to stress is to eat like a pig, keeping my hands busy so I have another excuse not to do my work. It's the worst indegestion I've ever experienced. Feels like my stomach is eating itself. And no one dare suggest Pepto-bismol to me, I can't stand the stuff and would rather suffer...so I am. Stupid thing is, it comes in capsule form as well, and I was at the drugstore today and didn't think of it. Obviously, because I felt fine. Meh. Maybe tomorrow.
My stomach was especially complaining last night...I suppose eating escargot, which has the consistency of well-cooked rubber, wasn't a big help to my digestive system! Why was I eating this? Well, Becca and I were celebrating the season premire (and what will be the final season) of Queer As Folk. Well, I was celebrating...and trying get her hooked on the show. We had peach chardonnay, baked brie with red pepper jelly on top of rice crackers and the escargot. Classy.
And yes, it is to be the last season of QAF...the actors wanted a pay increase, and Showtime (the American version of Showcase, the one that produces the show) said...you guessed it, no. Phooey on them. I want my witty banter and sexually themed jokes! I will have to be satisfied with watching the episodes over and over with my friend Charlotte, who is a total QAF fanatic and fag hag. She loves the show so much that, when she was in Toronto visiting friends, and heard that they were taping on the Monday, she immediately called in sick to work and stayed to watch the taping. She was the only fan there at 7:30 in the morning, and stayed for every minute of it. That's my girl.
I'm sitting her blathering on about QAF, when I have so much work to do....Priorities, priorities, priorities. Tsk. Better go accomplish something now. Or take a shower. I have a feeling that the latter will win.
It's 9:30 pm, and all's hell.
Well, not that bad, really, just an attack of apathy and wicked indegestion.
I think the indegestion is this term's novel response to stress. It's ironic, because my other response to stress is to eat like a pig, keeping my hands busy so I have another excuse not to do my work. It's the worst indegestion I've ever experienced. Feels like my stomach is eating itself. And no one dare suggest Pepto-bismol to me, I can't stand the stuff and would rather suffer...so I am. Stupid thing is, it comes in capsule form as well, and I was at the drugstore today and didn't think of it. Obviously, because I felt fine. Meh. Maybe tomorrow.
My stomach was especially complaining last night...I suppose eating escargot, which has the consistency of well-cooked rubber, wasn't a big help to my digestive system! Why was I eating this? Well, Becca and I were celebrating the season premire (and what will be the final season) of Queer As Folk. Well, I was celebrating...and trying get her hooked on the show. We had peach chardonnay, baked brie with red pepper jelly on top of rice crackers and the escargot. Classy.
And yes, it is to be the last season of QAF...the actors wanted a pay increase, and Showtime (the American version of Showcase, the one that produces the show) said...you guessed it, no. Phooey on them. I want my witty banter and sexually themed jokes! I will have to be satisfied with watching the episodes over and over with my friend Charlotte, who is a total QAF fanatic and fag hag. She loves the show so much that, when she was in Toronto visiting friends, and heard that they were taping on the Monday, she immediately called in sick to work and stayed to watch the taping. She was the only fan there at 7:30 in the morning, and stayed for every minute of it. That's my girl.
I'm sitting her blathering on about QAF, when I have so much work to do....Priorities, priorities, priorities. Tsk. Better go accomplish something now. Or take a shower. I have a feeling that the latter will win.