Jan 27, 2005 22:24
This week was kickass. Wait, no. It wasn't all that kickass, but a lot of kickass things happened. So why don't I feel like I've benefited from a kickass week...?
I've been brimming with a lot of ambition lately. Ambition to get out of my parents' house, get more work, develop my designs, meet more people, go somewhere wonderful. I can't stop getting sick, though -- the flu, a virus, or persistent allergies -- sicknesses keep me weak enough to stop doing. I've only been able to work, see the horses, see my friends. Story of my life.
There was a news reporter in front of my neighbor's house this evening! [Continue, bribing explicit information to the whereabouts and reasons of the story, so bored obsessive types can hunt me down... Nah. I'm just too tired.]
I want Pocky.
My brother was supposed to visit tonight, but the cops got 'im for something. At least he and my sister are talking again.
Ambition & desire... never modest guests in the body of weariness.
Edit: Oh, and I dropped myself on the ice the other night. Thought you should know, y'know. My ass is really sore, and everytime I sit or stand I get a memory glimpse of my body suddenly going horizontal. Embarassing, but humorous in my head.