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It appears I don't actually have anything to do tonight...how did that happen? Oh, god, I just jinxed it. That means the Batphone's going to ring and I'm going to have to figure stuff out. Eek!
Well, in the event that doesn't happen, what shall I do? Probably finally use up that iTunes card I got for my birthday a month ago, and download some Stephen Fry humor. That would be delightful. Possibly clear some stuff out of my closet, get back up on the situp regimen, though according to my dad, if I get any thinner, my spine's going to start sticking out. Not possible, I'm just having a stressful-forgetting-to-eat-properly week. Or two. Or three. Relax, people, I'm still eating, I'm just in a bad diet phase. I just need to go to the store and get food for myself. My allergies always cut my appetite, and considering how my eyes are stinging, it's about that time.
Um, lovely weather outside, hopefully for the next few days. It was Drive Your Porsche Day downtown today, but they were all undercut by that perfect '65 cherry red Mustang that followed me home a ways. Not quite the '67 which is my favorite, but can't win 'em all.
I might be perfectly happy to sit here and soak up the sunlight from my windows.
I can't believe I got roped into working on Friday. I am so sick of work. And my friends and I are trying to plan a vacation, but so far all the suggestions are for wine country, and I really could care less about wine. I was thinking beach. Lake. Okay, I'll be honest, not the rural adventures of Missouri. That's already on the schedule, otherwise known as roadtrip to Grandma's in August. Though the one place does have a spa...
...Eric, if you're going to wind a girl up, you shouldn't leave her hanging like so much drapery! There, I said it, it's out of my system. Phew. Back to things as usual. Masses of neurotic mental frustration and the occasional giggle, etc.
Well, in the event that doesn't happen, what shall I do? Probably finally use up that iTunes card I got for my birthday a month ago, and download some Stephen Fry humor. That would be delightful. Possibly clear some stuff out of my closet, get back up on the situp regimen, though according to my dad, if I get any thinner, my spine's going to start sticking out. Not possible, I'm just having a stressful-forgetting-to-eat-properly week. Or two. Or three. Relax, people, I'm still eating, I'm just in a bad diet phase. I just need to go to the store and get food for myself. My allergies always cut my appetite, and considering how my eyes are stinging, it's about that time.
Um, lovely weather outside, hopefully for the next few days. It was Drive Your Porsche Day downtown today, but they were all undercut by that perfect '65 cherry red Mustang that followed me home a ways. Not quite the '67 which is my favorite, but can't win 'em all.
I might be perfectly happy to sit here and soak up the sunlight from my windows.
I can't believe I got roped into working on Friday. I am so sick of work. And my friends and I are trying to plan a vacation, but so far all the suggestions are for wine country, and I really could care less about wine. I was thinking beach. Lake. Okay, I'll be honest, not the rural adventures of Missouri. That's already on the schedule, otherwise known as roadtrip to Grandma's in August. Though the one place does have a spa...
...Eric, if you're going to wind a girl up, you shouldn't leave her hanging like so much drapery! There, I said it, it's out of my system. Phew. Back to things as usual. Masses of neurotic mental frustration and the occasional giggle, etc.