That's a wrap

got the pizza put away in the kitchen. The rest of the mess? Morning. Got my clothes picked out; ready to go. Grab my disks, my books, my taxes, my pocket stuff; my unfinished English essay. Breakfast, lunch, and then dinner for work. A full day; better grab decongestants for the headache I know I'll be crying about.

I want to make myself some more full-circle skirts, some nifty clothes. For working, I need to find some decent white mens' shirts, the button-down kind, to be worn with white tank tops underneath. I cross-dress casually, inadvertently.

I think I will make a stab at dinner tomorrow too. I should cook more often. I do so well at it when I do try; I'm just so often tired.

"The boy scouts must be camping out."

"Huh?"
"Because I see a tent..."

No, dear, the toothpaste is not lube.

happy pink pill

Won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't take my benadryl. Not yet tired; sneezy. Ten times or more in a row. Bad for me, i know.

Starting to stumble in typing. This is a good sign.

Morning. Mailed.

Got up at the crack of dawn, put on clothes, packed meals for day. Marx didn't get much to any sleep; at least he had the solace of Cyteen to get him through the night. Hope he's OK on the bus getting home.

Got the taxes etc. safely mailed off, after photocopies were made. It's not yet ten, and I'm feeling productive.

Got to see Darkside and got him a rough update of the V situation. He is encouraged that I seem to have a bit more of a backbone now.

Episode II commentary, action figures, gungans.

( Only for those who want to be spoiled )

Quizzes.

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Pain & suffering: allergy update; friends.

I hab a code id by doze.

My allergy meds have worn off. Fortunately, I have more with me. Unfortunately, I did not take them in time to not become miserable again.

In other news, Neighbor is still single, and Curtis's wife has given birth to their son. Darkside had time to go home before work. Go Darkside. Yay.

I won't get home until after eight tonight. !Yay.

Fucking Up

I have evidently killed the internet server. Lesson learned: always look around for the reset button before you flip the big switch.

...Adam is Not Happy with me. I feel like shit.