Still minging, but better : /
I'm still sick. Grossgrossgross! BUT I'm better than I was earlier this week/weekend. I'm hungee. Ordered myself some orange chicken and chicken friend rice. I just hope the man can find our rowhouse. It's tucked away behind some shrubs. The plaque with the name and number of the place is on the building. And again, said building is behind tufty, knotty greenery. Heh heh...Seriously, though. I hope he does find the place. It would suck hairy, sagging balls if he didn't. I'm HUNGEE! I haven't had orange chicken in ages. Stupid bloody diet and it's horrid waaaays of doooom. Right then!
Today was better, weatherwise. Though it did start to pitter patter in the afternoon, but it was light really sooo...no complaints! Ha!
I'm still cloistered away in the room, but I did manage to go out for a bit to buy a new sweater. It's a black hoodie number with some shiny goldeny bits sprinkled in the weave. It's nice. A bit on the light side, but I think it'll do. It was warmer today, can you imagine? I was pleased. My health was pleased.
Ah...wedschilde demands that I write like...ASAP! I owe you guys some writing. I'm just afraid of the phail. Writer's fear or whatever you want to call it, but....I NEED to get over it soon because writing is what I'll be doing for the rest of my life. Chop chop! Pheer not teh phailz! Gaaaaaaaaaaarggggh!
The plan is to start this week. Just...typing up some craptisimo and editing later in the week perhaps. Lectures start on Monday but screw it. There must always be a time for writing, yeah? Just give me some hearty cheers of "Aja aja! Crys hwaiting!" and I might be moved to get to work. ^________________^