Hubby's working tonite. sitting here in my jammies in a slightly cold, dim, messy room. at least I have my purple and black blankie to keep warm with. What shall I do? I know take a quiz. Here.
As if I didn't know any better. I swear that Being John Malkovich is my life. Fewer animals and puppets though. I think my hair looks like that at least half the time. You know, frizzy and fucked up.
I have to work tomorrow morning. @ 8 am.
Can't sleep. This has nothing to do with D's absence, just to do with my lungs rebelling again. ie: Can't BREATHE can't sleep. No amount of melatonin in the world can help me tonight. Maybe Melatonin and Whiskey. . .or Big N little y Big Fuckin' Q I love that Big fuckin' Q (uil.)
CRUD. Those who have lived in Humboldt county know of that which I speak. Gah. I haven't had the Crud in 8 years. Guess it's about time. We call it "Crud" but it's really just a lingering upper respiratory infection that saps your will to live little by little every day until it's gone suddenly 4 weeks later. I say again. Gah.
But really, I'm just passing time until I can't keep my eyes open any more. Hope its soon. Like now. How about now. okay, maybe NOW? *sigh* *gah.*
maybe I'll go and watch one of the three movies I purchased today from Borders. "True Romance", "Something about Mary" or "Serenity". D' will find me fast asleep curled up on the couch in said purple and black blanky with fucked up frizzy hair "gah" ing and wheezing and still say he loves me. Think I'll keep him. Or (for some reason) he'll keep me. Or whatever.
He hates purple. and my cat. Not that he's got anything against Jareth, just that he's a dog person. Doesn't like cats. I personally don't get dogs. or disliking purple. too bad, the curtains, my jammies and my blankie are all still purple. and still, he loves me. or something.
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As if I didn't know any better. I swear that Being John Malkovich is my life. Fewer animals and puppets though. I think my hair looks like that at least half the time. You know, frizzy and fucked up.
I have to work tomorrow morning. @ 8 am.
Can't sleep. This has nothing to do with D's absence, just to do with my lungs rebelling again. ie: Can't BREATHE can't sleep. No amount of melatonin in the world can help me tonight. Maybe Melatonin and Whiskey. . .or Big N little y Big Fuckin' Q I love that Big fuckin' Q (uil.)
CRUD. Those who have lived in Humboldt county know of that which I speak. Gah. I haven't had the Crud in 8 years. Guess it's about time. We call it "Crud" but it's really just a lingering upper respiratory infection that saps your will to live little by little every day until it's gone suddenly 4 weeks later. I say again. Gah.
But really, I'm just passing time until I can't keep my eyes open any more. Hope its soon. Like now. How about now. okay, maybe NOW? *sigh* *gah.*
maybe I'll go and watch one of the three movies I purchased today from Borders. "True Romance", "Something about Mary" or "Serenity". D' will find me fast asleep curled up on the couch in said purple and black blanky with fucked up frizzy hair "gah" ing and wheezing and still say he loves me. Think I'll keep him. Or (for some reason) he'll keep me. Or whatever.
He hates purple. and my cat. Not that he's got anything against Jareth, just that he's a dog person. Doesn't like cats. I personally don't get dogs. or disliking purple. too bad, the curtains, my jammies and my blankie are all still purple. and still, he loves me. or something.
- Mood:
numb - Music:rain sounds from white noise clock


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