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Jul. 15th, 2004 08:14 pmMy brain isn't firing on all pistons. It's alive, and sparking, but not quite right.
Been go, go, go, go, go. All the time. ALL the time. Even when I'm at home. Maybe I should sleep, but no. There's clothes to clean, things to write, food to eat (I've forgotten to eat until minutes before going to bed for the last two days), good television to watch (just watched the last 4 eppys of Farscape. Wow. What amazing television. Sci-Fi channel were dumb dumb dumb.), and general shit to do.
My uncle Doc Charles invited the family out to see Joseph and The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat at the Howard's Curtain Call Theatre. Grandma opted out, and so did I. Too tired. But still much to do.
One week 'til nothing to do but drink beer, watch 11pm sunsets, nap and read. Maybe go walk through the tidepools. *if* I feel like it.
and--GODDAMMIT! Why does Jessica Simpson feel the need to murder a perfectly AWESOME song by Robbie Williams--Angels? I mean, since WHEN do POP STARS cover POP STARS like that? God, so over the top as to be sad. And, um, when Robbie sings it, it's to his mom. Jessica Simpson...gah...quit swallowing your words, ya dopey beyatch.
I have the need to dance. DANCE. Now. Want weekend. Now. Well, also so I can do that whole sleeping in thing. And bring me one step closer to being on vacation.
it's THURSDAY! Yay.
Bramble murmur. Yay, bramble murmur.
Been go, go, go, go, go. All the time. ALL the time. Even when I'm at home. Maybe I should sleep, but no. There's clothes to clean, things to write, food to eat (I've forgotten to eat until minutes before going to bed for the last two days), good television to watch (just watched the last 4 eppys of Farscape. Wow. What amazing television. Sci-Fi channel were dumb dumb dumb.), and general shit to do.
My uncle Doc Charles invited the family out to see Joseph and The Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat at the Howard's Curtain Call Theatre. Grandma opted out, and so did I. Too tired. But still much to do.
One week 'til nothing to do but drink beer, watch 11pm sunsets, nap and read. Maybe go walk through the tidepools. *if* I feel like it.
and--GODDAMMIT! Why does Jessica Simpson feel the need to murder a perfectly AWESOME song by Robbie Williams--Angels? I mean, since WHEN do POP STARS cover POP STARS like that? God, so over the top as to be sad. And, um, when Robbie sings it, it's to his mom. Jessica Simpson...gah...quit swallowing your words, ya dopey beyatch.
I have the need to dance. DANCE. Now. Want weekend. Now. Well, also so I can do that whole sleeping in thing. And bring me one step closer to being on vacation.
it's THURSDAY! Yay.
Bramble murmur. Yay, bramble murmur.
