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spent the first half of today writing a paper, spent the second half trying to feel better and get rid of my damn sickness.
this eventually became me sitting in shauna's room as she cleaned and rearranged furniture for two hours, crawling into bed dozing and reading Cosmo, watching Erik make fish, and all of us watching the Girl Next Door. Then Shauna and I decided it was time for a dessert break. We all sprinted to the car - S barefoot, A in Uggs and me looking like a six year old in mismatched red pattern socks and gold slippers. We bought Coney Island Waffle Cone (!!) and Fudge Brownie something and carrot cake and ate and watched old SATC. and now i think i'm going to bed.
somehow i feel like i should be more relaxed at this moment than i am. [so fucking sick of everyone, no joke. not antagonistic really, just tired of them. the last few days i've had quite a repertoire of snippy comments, not aimed at anyone, just at life in general, which was funny after i read my horoscope: "You're tired of being nice... so you're not going to be." Eh sums it up.]
this eventually became me sitting in shauna's room as she cleaned and rearranged furniture for two hours, crawling into bed dozing and reading Cosmo, watching Erik make fish, and all of us watching the Girl Next Door. Then Shauna and I decided it was time for a dessert break. We all sprinted to the car - S barefoot, A in Uggs and me looking like a six year old in mismatched red pattern socks and gold slippers. We bought Coney Island Waffle Cone (!!) and Fudge Brownie something and carrot cake and ate and watched old SATC. and now i think i'm going to bed.
somehow i feel like i should be more relaxed at this moment than i am. [so fucking sick of everyone, no joke. not antagonistic really, just tired of them. the last few days i've had quite a repertoire of snippy comments, not aimed at anyone, just at life in general, which was funny after i read my horoscope: "You're tired of being nice... so you're not going to be." Eh sums it up.]