I have just invented Twitter. Oh, no, spiky got there before me (by the way, I'm katcal on twitter too if any of youse is on it...)
Nothing much to do, still another hour to go at work, eyes barely opening on their own, may need toothpicks before too long...
Bored, unmotivated, and paralysed at the thought of packing my life away into boxes. Therefore it follows that I am watching crappy 90s movies on my laptop. XD
Temporal? That implies a state of changing from one moment to the next. Does Ba change? Perhaps. And yet he remains the Ba. The Ba is, the Ba was, and the Ba shall ever be.
The Ba sure sucks at status updates then, eh? Just had crumpets. This is very important. Crumpets rock.
Red faced while I wait for my father to turn up with a set of jump leads because I left my car lights on last night and my car is dead.
My face is sore from really bad sinusitis. Enjoying a free day in the festival of welcome home for a friend...
Wondering if I have done something serious to my tailbone. Still sore and throbbing a week after landing hard on it...multiple times.
Absolutely starving, waiting for the flipping milkman to bring the milk so I can have a bowl of cereal.
Monday morning, back at work, less exhausted than last week. going from waking up at 5am to waking up at 7 is a good thing... and this coming weekend is a 4 day one!
Eating... peeing.. eating.. peeing... eating... oh, wait, 5 minutes has elapsed, time to pee again! (aren't you glad you started this thread :wink
I just wish I had your excuse for the persistant need to pee. Well maybe not come to think of it, it would be a little awkward at this time of my life.
Got really bad cramps... so bad I'm thinking that instead of doing my thesis I'm going to curl up on the couch and have a Farscape marathon.
I worked twelve, drove home on crap roads, am pretty sure I won't get plowed out, work called me to come in at 3am, I hope I didn't *have* to. I am going to get up early so I can try to dig out with a shovel, isn't that enough already?
Hey ho, half way through the week, I could really get used to all this waking up at 7 malarkey. 5:20 is just too early.
The tiny shed on the roof of the building (currently under construction) across the river is now gone. I am sad.
I am stupidly annoyed because I need a doctor's note to go to the gym. Need to exercise to get fit, need to get certified fit to exercise without getting wet...stupid health.
Laughing at myself becuase I just realised I forgot to shave one of my legs this morning. Half woman, half wookie.
Will soon be off to do a bit of after-work shopping. On my list: Chillies and lemongrass, ribbons (red) and plumbing supplies.
I wish there was more Bailey's in my bottle. ( I only had one shot tonight, I'm trying to make it last)
Never got to do my shopping, as usual, people started inventing things for me to do at work around 3:30 pm on a Friday. Shops were all shut by the time I left :sad:
Working at home...on a Saturday. Surrounded by lots of things that suddenly hold an infinite amount of interestingness...must...resist...must...get...work...finished.....
New day dawns, still cannot locate copy of Ghost in the Shell. Suffering shall be visited upon world.
But he did get to feel the baby hiccupping. Also, 'hiccuping' is allowed by the dictionary but not by MS Word on UK settings. This bears investigation. And I've always wondered if 'hiccough' is supposed to be pronounced the same as 'hiccup', but I don't know anyone old-fashioned enough to use it. Maybe Pixel?
According to dictionary.reference.com 'hiccough' is pronounced in the same manner as 'hiccup'. Maybe people use Hiccough all the time but we just don't hear the different spelling. Pause for laughter, 3-2-1... R.
Run out of Farscapes to keep me suitably occupied and not doing thesis... may have to succumb to the pressure and actually get some work done.
I went with friends to watch the St. Patricks parade and ended being in the St. Patricks parade. So now I'm very tired.
Am at work on what was supposed to be a day off (tomorrow is a bank holiday here, of course), my own stupid choice, woke up and realised I had nothing much to do as Reg is working all day, and I will probably need the day off later as one of my best mates from France has just said she will come over to visit end of April, so hey... Man am I dumb.
Can't think straight to work...sitting staring at computer and the 2nd last step in what has become the bane of my professional existance is staring back at me saying 'finish me! finish me!' and I'm thinking...if I mess this up I am so toasted with marshmallows...
I'm suddenly fiercely jealous, I love Chris Isaac, but I'm getting ready to go to pre-school for the first time in my life and spend part of the day hanging around with my folks and the kids. I'm also missing Adam.
Think of pins! Or not! As they could be used as tiny stabbing implements! Stamps then? Currently happy, but feeling 'moving house' stress underneath.
