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Dec. 14th, 2000 11:26 amthe chocolate chai was by oregon chai, by the way... the usual carton of mixer.
Last night I crashed early, sometime around 11PM. I went to the healthfood store to get some things to help the mouth infection - lavender flowers, tea tree oil, grapeseed oil as a carrier, some of the Espresso Chocolate Chip vegan cookies I love (well, those aren't going to help my mouth, but everything else will). Headed to the comic shop to catch up on Transmetropolitan and also picked up a Delirium soft toy and the new Sandman figure set (which was like $10 cheaper there than anywhere else). Picked up a few new comics - disappointed with the end of the Gloomcookie storyline, and enjoyed a new series called Zero Girl. And in the guilty pleasures department, Skelebunnies (Tommy Kovac is sick in a fun way; has anyone else read his zine Library Bonnet? Pander carries it, as well as many other fine items). After that I went record shopping and came home with cds I can't afford and will certainly have to pay for sooner or later.
Came home, watched the last episode of Felicity for months and ate some lasagne, and crashed out pretty soon after. I didn't sleep well - my mother was online while I was trying to sleep, so the noise of typing kept waking me up, and then I had strange dreams (not about the ex, thank goodness - more a little to do with a friend upon whom I have a minor on/off crush, and a little to do with my phobia regarding creepycrawly things).
Now I am getting ready to go to the mall in Orlando and return some things that we got a few weeks ago (most specifically, my adorable but uncomfortable Swatch) and get some new face powder for my purse (since I dropped my almost-new MAC Blot powder on the floor the day before yesterday) and also to pick up a spiffy shiny new labret, hopefully (fingers crossed and all).
At the moment, though, I'm just going to savor some tea. Do all the people who drink nothing but coffee realise what they are missing?
Last night I crashed early, sometime around 11PM. I went to the healthfood store to get some things to help the mouth infection - lavender flowers, tea tree oil, grapeseed oil as a carrier, some of the Espresso Chocolate Chip vegan cookies I love (well, those aren't going to help my mouth, but everything else will). Headed to the comic shop to catch up on Transmetropolitan and also picked up a Delirium soft toy and the new Sandman figure set (which was like $10 cheaper there than anywhere else). Picked up a few new comics - disappointed with the end of the Gloomcookie storyline, and enjoyed a new series called Zero Girl. And in the guilty pleasures department, Skelebunnies (Tommy Kovac is sick in a fun way; has anyone else read his zine Library Bonnet? Pander carries it, as well as many other fine items). After that I went record shopping and came home with cds I can't afford and will certainly have to pay for sooner or later.
Came home, watched the last episode of Felicity for months and ate some lasagne, and crashed out pretty soon after. I didn't sleep well - my mother was online while I was trying to sleep, so the noise of typing kept waking me up, and then I had strange dreams (not about the ex, thank goodness - more a little to do with a friend upon whom I have a minor on/off crush, and a little to do with my phobia regarding creepycrawly things).
Now I am getting ready to go to the mall in Orlando and return some things that we got a few weeks ago (most specifically, my adorable but uncomfortable Swatch) and get some new face powder for my purse (since I dropped my almost-new MAC Blot powder on the floor the day before yesterday) and also to pick up a spiffy shiny new labret, hopefully (fingers crossed and all).
At the moment, though, I'm just going to savor some tea. Do all the people who drink nothing but coffee realise what they are missing?
