I'll never be famous enough to be on TWITTER TRACKER.
I'm back in my allergy cave tonight - Mom is making Cincinnati Chili. I can already smell the spices through the door and the air filter I have on high, but it's the beef I really have to worry about.
Goddamn, but I miss Cincy Chili.
I had a rough time of it for the past week or so. I had another one of my bouts of anxious, irritated jumpiness and problems sleeping followed by a deep, pointless depression. It went up and down like that for a while. I seem to have evened out, but I again am behind on my reading/writing for my proposal. I'm trying not to kick myself for this.
I just let Storm out of my room. He had his nose absolutely glued to the crack beneath my door, taking deep sniffs that clearly said, "What is that?!?"
I don't blame him one bit. :)
I have become ridiculously addicted to watching Conan at night. I used to watch him on and off while he did late night - I had a (tall and mostly Irish) friend in high school who shared the need for tall, gangly, pale red-headed Irish guy fangirling. We used to watch him at cast parties and during sleepovers.
I am pretty happy with what he is doing, although I do miss the days of Masterbating Bear and Conan Hates My Homeland. His comedy seems a bit tamer - probably appropriate for the Tonight Show crowd, but I am still hoping that once he and America warm up to his presence at 10:30 he'll appear a bit more comfortable in his skin and let his lofty hair down a bit.
Doing this bit, however, was brilliant:
Keep it clever, CoCo.
I am intensely bummed that he moved to LA when I moved out of the area. I have a year pass to Universal Studios, and I know that some of my friends would've gone in on tickets with me. My only chance of seeing him is to plan an LA excursion when I go back to San Berdoo for my thesis defense.
...which means that I need to recover from my speed bump and read some stuff so that I have a defense to go to. :|
I really thought that this post was going to be longer. I'm going to go over some of the stuff I read before my speed bump to get back into the groove again.
Sarah
Goddamn, but I miss Cincy Chili.
I had a rough time of it for the past week or so. I had another one of my bouts of anxious, irritated jumpiness and problems sleeping followed by a deep, pointless depression. It went up and down like that for a while. I seem to have evened out, but I again am behind on my reading/writing for my proposal. I'm trying not to kick myself for this.
I just let Storm out of my room. He had his nose absolutely glued to the crack beneath my door, taking deep sniffs that clearly said, "What is that?!?"
I don't blame him one bit. :)
I have become ridiculously addicted to watching Conan at night. I used to watch him on and off while he did late night - I had a (tall and mostly Irish) friend in high school who shared the need for tall, gangly, pale red-headed Irish guy fangirling. We used to watch him at cast parties and during sleepovers.
I am pretty happy with what he is doing, although I do miss the days of Masterbating Bear and Conan Hates My Homeland. His comedy seems a bit tamer - probably appropriate for the Tonight Show crowd, but I am still hoping that once he and America warm up to his presence at 10:30 he'll appear a bit more comfortable in his skin and let his lofty hair down a bit.
Doing this bit, however, was brilliant:
Keep it clever, CoCo.
I am intensely bummed that he moved to LA when I moved out of the area. I have a year pass to Universal Studios, and I know that some of my friends would've gone in on tickets with me. My only chance of seeing him is to plan an LA excursion when I go back to San Berdoo for my thesis defense.
...which means that I need to recover from my speed bump and read some stuff so that I have a defense to go to. :|
I really thought that this post was going to be longer. I'm going to go over some of the stuff I read before my speed bump to get back into the groove again.
Sarah