Meanderings
I can't quite remember what I wanted to post about. Aside from a bit of squee that Felipe Massa won the French Grand Prix today, anyway. :D But beyond that, I'm just headachey and feel drained. Of all the stupid things to have an unexpected, bad allergic reaction to. Pizza. *eyeroll* I suppose it's a kick in the butt to start being more careful about what I eat again. Not that I haven't been - or would have expected THAT reaction in the first place - but I could do a lot better. Actually, I could do better about food in general. I always have sucked at taking proper care of myself that way. Also, I babble about weird shit when I'm drunk, wow. One of the few times when I show motormouth potential.
Lots of stuff I need to do but I did not have the brainpower or energy today for much so I'll get an early start tomorrow. Right now I kind of feel like reading, except the things I most want to read are online, and that gets physically awkward after a while, what with my usual computer configuration now being me lying in bed with WS propped between my stomach and my bent knees. Gets hard on the neck after a while. Maybe I'll chance it anyway; I'm tired but not quite ready to sleep yet.
The Reading festival is two months from today. Holy shit. That's so unreal. I still need to get a sleeping bag. LOL, that sentence isn't any more real. The last sleeping bag I owned was a gift from my godfather and I don't even remember how old it was when it got wrecked, and *that* happened when I was still married, so it was a long damn time ago.
Oh, and I'm being educated in Simon Pegg-ness. Which is tremendous fun, actually. I like muchly. And I think everybody needs an Ed. *firm nod*
Lots of stuff I need to do but I did not have the brainpower or energy today for much so I'll get an early start tomorrow. Right now I kind of feel like reading, except the things I most want to read are online, and that gets physically awkward after a while, what with my usual computer configuration now being me lying in bed with WS propped between my stomach and my bent knees. Gets hard on the neck after a while. Maybe I'll chance it anyway; I'm tired but not quite ready to sleep yet.
The Reading festival is two months from today. Holy shit. That's so unreal. I still need to get a sleeping bag. LOL, that sentence isn't any more real. The last sleeping bag I owned was a gift from my godfather and I don't even remember how old it was when it got wrecked, and *that* happened when I was still married, so it was a long damn time ago.
Oh, and I'm being educated in Simon Pegg-ness. Which is tremendous fun, actually. I like muchly. And I think everybody needs an Ed. *firm nod*