Friday, January 21, 2005
It is getting colder here by the day, and my room floor has iced over to antartica. (Do you think iceman ever feels cold?). I wish I could grow myself a fur coat, but on second thouhgt, a fireplace would work too. The boy next door is cranking up his bass, and I feel a sudden urge to thump on the wall back in rhythm (it was that or hitting him over the head with a shovel, I thought I'd pick morality over satisfaction). I missed work today, slept through all three of my alarm clocks, trying to sleep off the stupidness of the night before (with forgetting my touk out in the frigid cold, shutting down parties, riding in a cop's undercover minivan, getting yelled at by certain drunk individuals and being woken up by other drunk ones). I have stacks of readings to do, and my bed is currently taken over by clothes that cannot be tumbled dry, but all I want is to watch consecutive episodes of Jeopardy until my eyeballs drop off, or until
Alex Trebek stops looking sexy (I think it might be the former, because Alex Trebek is pretty darn sexy. hah)
sherry @ 12:37:00 pm
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