They’re not bullets if they’re dashes, right?
January 6th, 2009
- Can I briefly mention to you that my head feels like it is slowly sucking itself inward and will implode, I’d say, in roughly 10 hours. I don’t know why I chose 10 hours. If my head were going to implode, I’d prefer it sooner than later. I’m not one for long drawn out pain or misery. Truly.
- I did not hear anything from the financing people today. Which does not shock me. Because, really, that would just be convenient. Or, logical. Or something like that.
- I text messaged a friend of mine that lives in St. Croix (Yes, that would be the Virgin Islands). She said there was no way in hell that she’d consider moving back to Missouri. Especially in the winter. I don’t suppose I’d blame her really.
- I nearly ran out of Diet Coke tonight, and definitely didn’t feel like leaving my house would be a great idea. Paul willingly went to the store and bought me some pop and chocolate. He knows not to bite the hand that feeds him… or something like that.
- I feel feverish. I’ve taken my temperature, and its not gone above 100. Which, for me, basically means that I don’t reaaaaally have a fever. Now, if Tom’s temperature was at 100, we’d both be unhappy. (He runs a low temp on average. I run higher than most normal people.)
- Can you feel when you have a fever in your eyes? Like, I dunno, your eyelids are warmer than normal sitting on your eyeballs? I can totally judge how much of a fever I have by my eyeballs.
- I blabber a lot more about nothing in particular when I’m sick also. Have you noticed? You’ve made it this far into this post? Wow. I’m super impressed. I mean, I really don’t feel that I’ve given you anything worth reading… but here you are… still reading. Crazy.
- My cats have been on a regular feeding schedule for years now. Yet, they still whine and wait by their food bowl hours before its time to be fed. Why is this?
- The number 3 has fallen off my house. The ’siding’ that the previous owners used must be brick mortar or something. Its near impossible to drive a nail through that crap. The rest of the numbers are still hanging in there, though.
- I love twitter. Lots. And lotsandlotsandlots. If you don’t have a twitter account, you should totally jump on the bandwagon and get one. Now.
Its okay. I’ll wait for you to start your twitter account before I continue.
Really. Go ahead. Its super simple to sign up. Then, you can follow me. Cuz, I find 140 characters to be more than enough to express myself throughout the day.
- I think I’m getting tired.
- I think the Alieve is kicking in and beating down my ‘fever’.
- I think I need a zinger.
- I think I want to color my hair. Or cut it, or both. Or neither.
- Maybe I’ll get a pedicure instead.
- (I got a gift card for Christmas, btw. I’m not made out of money here.)
- Are you still reading?
- Seriously?
- If you are, tell me why I just noticed that Tom’s and my hair color is exactly the same. Like, exactly. Like, should of both come from a bottle to make it that exact.
- Well, his has some grey hairs scattered throughout there. I would never say something like that! Rude.
- I’m outtie. I’ll look for you on twitter.


