CLEAR! *fwump* *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*
I think my computer's dying. It won't stay on without being plugged in (despite the fact that, according to my computer, I have 42% battery), and I had to tape the cord coming out of the converter box in a certain position so that the computer considers itself "plugged in." And my battery doesn't re-juice; it's stuck at this mythical 42%. And then, the battery light keeps flashing green(long), orange, orange, orange, orange(all short). I really should show this to my father, but much like a certain Tego, I'm almost certain the answer will be very expensive and thoroughly demoralizing. And because I enjoy self-delusion, I think that I can keep going as I am indefinitely. *flits back into the alternate reality where technology actually works with you*
I really need to stop surfing lj or even the web in general right before bed. It always takes longer than I think it will, and I keep finding such interesting stuff and then forgetting where I found it because it's late. When will I learn that I have no self control!!
Gotted Remicade today. The hospital has gotten upgrades since I was there last; they have individual televisions for each infusion chair (all three), and the chairs are muuuuuuuuuch better. They lean back further and are much more conducive to sleep. The television change was cool for all 45 seconds it took me to figure out that there is nothing worth watching at 7 AM. But there were lots of buttons to push, so that was fun, and then I went back to reading, writing letters, and waiting for the benadryl to kick in. But the chair was uniformally pleasing. I approve of chairs that actually lean back. Oh, and the heated blankets they give you. Those are also worth the price of admission.
I love cool weather. I love living in the coldest room of the house. The summer reminds me of the entire reason I suffer through the winter; it is so very worth it.
I feel like I should make this next part smaller, because in my mind I'm saying it kinda quietly, with my head sheepishly hanging, and with my knees tucked with one toe kicking at the carpet. Anyway, so I'm thinking about joining the 30_romances community and actually trying to write some fanfic. I found it courtesy of anamuan (actually, she's kind my personal lj version of Typhoid Mary), and when I saw the prompts, I started to think about Thursday Next and Landen Parke-Laine, so I'm kind of thinking about doing it for fun to see if I'm any good at it. What say ye? (to all 4 readers that I have - actually 3, since someone decided that she was too good for English) I'm rather reticent to inflict this on the world, but then again, is this not the entire purpose of the internet?
Mom bought cherries the other day. I'd forgotten how much I like real cherries and how much better they taste than cherry flavoring. And I cannot wait until my dad is available some Saturday morning so we can go down to the farmers' market and pick up fresh tomatoes and roasted chilies for making homemade salsa. Summer food is the best.
I feel like all of my entries end in this "I can't think of anything else to write, so *craps out*" kind of way. I don't particularly like it, but I have no talent for endings. I should just stick with Japanese: ijou.
I really need to stop surfing lj or even the web in general right before bed. It always takes longer than I think it will, and I keep finding such interesting stuff and then forgetting where I found it because it's late. When will I learn that I have no self control!!
Gotted Remicade today. The hospital has gotten upgrades since I was there last; they have individual televisions for each infusion chair (all three), and the chairs are muuuuuuuuuch better. They lean back further and are much more conducive to sleep. The television change was cool for all 45 seconds it took me to figure out that there is nothing worth watching at 7 AM. But there were lots of buttons to push, so that was fun, and then I went back to reading, writing letters, and waiting for the benadryl to kick in. But the chair was uniformally pleasing. I approve of chairs that actually lean back. Oh, and the heated blankets they give you. Those are also worth the price of admission.
I love cool weather. I love living in the coldest room of the house. The summer reminds me of the entire reason I suffer through the winter; it is so very worth it.
I feel like I should make this next part smaller, because in my mind I'm saying it kinda quietly, with my head sheepishly hanging, and with my knees tucked with one toe kicking at the carpet. Anyway, so I'm thinking about joining the 30_romances community and actually trying to write some fanfic. I found it courtesy of anamuan (actually, she's kind my personal lj version of Typhoid Mary), and when I saw the prompts, I started to think about Thursday Next and Landen Parke-Laine, so I'm kind of thinking about doing it for fun to see if I'm any good at it. What say ye? (to all 4 readers that I have - actually 3, since someone decided that she was too good for English) I'm rather reticent to inflict this on the world, but then again, is this not the entire purpose of the internet?
Mom bought cherries the other day. I'd forgotten how much I like real cherries and how much better they taste than cherry flavoring. And I cannot wait until my dad is available some Saturday morning so we can go down to the farmers' market and pick up fresh tomatoes and roasted chilies for making homemade salsa. Summer food is the best.
I feel like all of my entries end in this "I can't think of anything else to write, so *craps out*" kind of way. I don't particularly like it, but I have no talent for endings. I should just stick with Japanese: ijou.