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Did it again this morning.
Feb. 6th, 2004 05:42 amThrew on socks and shoes, put in my contacts, and grabbed a '''Smores pop tart before running to class. Got there past nine this time, but my lab guy was sympathetic to my sleeping through my alarm given the heavy cold medication. What I left out was getting home from work around 2:30 last night, because Steph invited me along to have dinner with her and Cameron at Pita Pit.
( Which was delightful. )
I missed my mom something fierce all day yesterday. Between being sick, being overwhelmed, and the clammy, gloomy weather, all I've wanted to do is keep warm, sleep, and be loved. My body can't decide between fever and unresolvably chilly and all I want is for someone to indulge me. Shall seriously contemplate driving down after tomorrow night's festivities for Logan.
( I've mentioned this, but the boy really made me question a couple things... )
I've been having truly heinous-sounding coughing fits that make it sound like my alveoli are learning the backstroke. Not to mention my brain slowly cooking in its own cerebrospinal fluid despite aforementioned medication. But I've been keeping busy. I'm writing the mother of all essays, not that it'll be relevant by the time I get it posted, but damn it, it's good, and I like the structure, and people have had such smart things to say about so much stupidity. I want to remember this week - it's been a great one for entertainment and investigative reporting, federal policy and its responsiveness to mass unfounded hysteria, social norms, standardizing subjective tastes, etc.
I love how Conan comes out every night like he's surprised he's the one hosting the evening's madness. And Meghan Mullally! Also, I need chocolate, of which there is exactly none here. There'd definitely be chocolate at my house. Yeah, going home Saturday afternoon sounds just about like heaven.
*hugs Schiz tight* You and me, baby, gonna run away to Orlando and stir up some shit someday. Oh, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ficwalker? Thank you so much. That song meant more to me right just now than you know. Also, bonus Robbie! *g*
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( Which was delightful. )
I missed my mom something fierce all day yesterday. Between being sick, being overwhelmed, and the clammy, gloomy weather, all I've wanted to do is keep warm, sleep, and be loved. My body can't decide between fever and unresolvably chilly and all I want is for someone to indulge me. Shall seriously contemplate driving down after tomorrow night's festivities for Logan.
( I've mentioned this, but the boy really made me question a couple things... )
I've been having truly heinous-sounding coughing fits that make it sound like my alveoli are learning the backstroke. Not to mention my brain slowly cooking in its own cerebrospinal fluid despite aforementioned medication. But I've been keeping busy. I'm writing the mother of all essays, not that it'll be relevant by the time I get it posted, but damn it, it's good, and I like the structure, and people have had such smart things to say about so much stupidity. I want to remember this week - it's been a great one for entertainment and investigative reporting, federal policy and its responsiveness to mass unfounded hysteria, social norms, standardizing subjective tastes, etc.
I love how Conan comes out every night like he's surprised he's the one hosting the evening's madness. And Meghan Mullally! Also, I need chocolate, of which there is exactly none here. There'd definitely be chocolate at my house. Yeah, going home Saturday afternoon sounds just about like heaven.
*hugs Schiz tight* You and me, baby, gonna run away to Orlando and stir up some shit someday. Oh, and
ficwalker? Thank you so much. That song meant more to me right just now than you know. Also, bonus Robbie! *g*( Quotes of the Past Four Days: )
