Oh, when will my class arrive...
Jun. 9th, 2005 07:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coffeesnob318...so that they can take their tests and I can go home?
That Chris Martin fellow from Coldplay is hot. Gwyneth is a lucky one.
Every Friday, a group of my friends walk together and then go to someone's house for brunch. Tomorrow is my day. I was going to serve a frittata, but, after perusing the refrigerator and discovering that I don't have near enough eggs and absolutely nothing else required to make a fritatta, I've changed my mind to waffles. People like waffles. And waffles mean that I don't have to go to the grocery store tonight.
My head is foggy. I should feel happy, because drainage means the light at the end of the tunnel, but I don't. I just feel foggy. It took me an hour to get vertical this morning.
I did feel better enough (is that grammatically correct? I can't tell...) yesterday to go swimming. I tanned a little even through my liquid wool sunblock.
Every time I think of turning off my cable for the summer (because really - what's the point?), I am flipping mindlessly through channels and get sucked into yet another rerun of Judging Amy.
Woo hoo! One student has arrived! Seven more to go!
I've been going through a minimalizing phase this week. This is what being stuck in the house does to me. I become acutely aware of everything that I haven't used in a very long time. Sam's neighborhood is having a garage sale on Saturday - if I gather up an impressive enough stack, I may join in. Get a little cash flow going.
I suppose having the professor click away on the keyboard is probably not conducive to concentrating on an exam, so I must go now.
That Chris Martin fellow from Coldplay is hot. Gwyneth is a lucky one.
Every Friday, a group of my friends walk together and then go to someone's house for brunch. Tomorrow is my day. I was going to serve a frittata, but, after perusing the refrigerator and discovering that I don't have near enough eggs and absolutely nothing else required to make a fritatta, I've changed my mind to waffles. People like waffles. And waffles mean that I don't have to go to the grocery store tonight.
My head is foggy. I should feel happy, because drainage means the light at the end of the tunnel, but I don't. I just feel foggy. It took me an hour to get vertical this morning.
I did feel better enough (is that grammatically correct? I can't tell...) yesterday to go swimming. I tanned a little even through my liquid wool sunblock.
Every time I think of turning off my cable for the summer (because really - what's the point?), I am flipping mindlessly through channels and get sucked into yet another rerun of Judging Amy.
Woo hoo! One student has arrived! Seven more to go!
I've been going through a minimalizing phase this week. This is what being stuck in the house does to me. I become acutely aware of everything that I haven't used in a very long time. Sam's neighborhood is having a garage sale on Saturday - if I gather up an impressive enough stack, I may join in. Get a little cash flow going.
I suppose having the professor click away on the keyboard is probably not conducive to concentrating on an exam, so I must go now.
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Date: 2005-06-10 01:04 am (UTC)*pointedly ignores all the things in her own home that are not needed.....*
:)
Date: 2005-06-10 02:50 am (UTC)I think I have a little too much time on my hands -_-
Dunan Nuts
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Date: 2005-06-10 05:47 am (UTC)I love waffles....
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Date: 2005-06-10 03:45 pm (UTC)