Rambles: Going to Sheffield, England, in four days. Excited. Being lazy. Stressed about packing. Got a vacuum-suckable packing bag (is it now possible to bring the five pillows and king-sized down blanket?). Cramming in some pleasure reading. Done with work. Done with mousetraps, paper-cuts, lazy bosses who spend office hours coordinating their daughters’ bat mitzvahs, and Master P (snappish, malicious beast who I love terribly now that he’s gone…or rather, now that I’m gone).
Writer’s block. Becoming a breeding ground for some strain of Streptococcus, because apparently these tonsils love to aid in the growth of foreign bodies, and also because Murphy is my lover. Getting annoyed with Frankie and his Halo 3 obsession. Still eating until Rolling-Down-Hills-Status is achieved. Bought a bunch of necessities that must fit in the two pieces of luggage that must hold everything I need for the next four months. And yes, despedida dinner-party tomorrow night, because what would my life be without a few dinner parties? Waiting for Friday Night Lights to come on. Happy that Supernatural is back on. Loving laughing at the people on The Gauntlet. Wanting to slap all of their faces and then laugh, and then play on the beach. Still feeling slightly condescending toward other people, and then feeling sarcastic, and then a bit guilty…but mostly amused. I love that people are stupid, otherwise I’d be a very bored little girl.
Now that we’re acquainted…I’ll talk to you later.
