I Finally Got Some Sleep
Friday I accidently left work at 4:20, and that was actually really good. I got some shopping done and then went to dinner where I met new people who know think i'm a raging nympho. Good times.
I've decided that I hate Scions. The ugly cars, I mean. Sure they're cool and Star Trekky inside, but you step out and turn to talk to your friend and hit your face on the door frame! That's balls. Luckily I was drinking ice cold rum and cokes that I could hold to my cheek to keep the swelling down. I have a sweet subtle purple bruise on my face that I am claiming is my first black eye. Word.
Went to Bremerton for the annual fundraising auction at the school where my sister teaches-slash-vice pricipals. It was a fun time and I got a gift of a squeaky toy nun. Really. Her name is Sister Squeak.
Helped
talshoe move yesterday and it went really quickly.
Found out that Balkan Beat Box apparently got stuck in Canada. As much as I really wanted to go to that show, I was elated to stay home. I got to bed at 9:30, which is earlier than I'd even gotten home the previous eight nights. (That's a little bit pants on fire...I was home for the Oscars, but was jazzed about that and stayed up too late.) I'm going to try to keep chill over the next couple nights because I think I'm having tonsils woes. This mono-with-me-for-the-rest-of-my-life-thing is going to be a good indicator of when I'm not sleeping enough.
In talking to Kari on the google, I think I've just realized that I got my magic 8 ball for my 8th birthday...because it was my 8th birthday. I never put those two eights together. Until now. Almost nineteen years later. Ass.
I've decided that I hate Scions. The ugly cars, I mean. Sure they're cool and Star Trekky inside, but you step out and turn to talk to your friend and hit your face on the door frame! That's balls. Luckily I was drinking ice cold rum and cokes that I could hold to my cheek to keep the swelling down. I have a sweet subtle purple bruise on my face that I am claiming is my first black eye. Word.
Went to Bremerton for the annual fundraising auction at the school where my sister teaches-slash-vice pricipals. It was a fun time and I got a gift of a squeaky toy nun. Really. Her name is Sister Squeak.
Helped
talshoe move yesterday and it went really quickly.
Found out that Balkan Beat Box apparently got stuck in Canada. As much as I really wanted to go to that show, I was elated to stay home. I got to bed at 9:30, which is earlier than I'd even gotten home the previous eight nights. (That's a little bit pants on fire...I was home for the Oscars, but was jazzed about that and stayed up too late.) I'm going to try to keep chill over the next couple nights because I think I'm having tonsils woes. This mono-with-me-for-the-rest-of-my-life-thing is going to be a good indicator of when I'm not sleeping enough.
In talking to Kari on the google, I think I've just realized that I got my magic 8 ball for my 8th birthday...because it was my 8th birthday. I never put those two eights together. Until now. Almost nineteen years later. Ass.