Feb. 22nd, 2001

I managed to sleep through the dryer delivery, but IT IS HERE NOW. I have been doing laundry all evening. I washed my blanket and my favorite pajamas and my comfy sweater. This bliss is not comprehensible to someone who hasn't been hauling their wet clothes to a laundromat every week or two since April. It sticks out more than six inches from the wall, so creative measures are being taken to keep the cats out of that conveniently cat-sized crawlspace.

My stomach is upset. I am not at all socially acceptable tonight. I smell bad. This is very distressing to me. I could have slacked around in pajamas all day but instead I put on clothes, a pair of pants and a pretty periwinkle-blue v-neck tshirt, to make myself feel a little more human.

I watched part of the Grammy Awards (bleh, tho I did like the Moby/JillScott/BlueManGroup performance, and the Nneena/Take6 performance), and part of Ed. Everytime I watch that show my mom goes on about how cute the actor is and how I should go marry him and blah blah blah. Then I say, "Mom, he's an actor," and she says, "Oh. Yeah. I guess not, then." But the whole conversation repeats itself every week!

I have to spend the rest of the evening working on the data transfer between this computer of L's and my own. I'd rather be Napstering while it's still running, but I really need to get this done.... hopefully it will work tonight!
I fell asleep right after my last entry, and just woke up at like 7:30. Teawater is on. I have a lot to accomplish. *yawn*
I feel like a housewife.

I just ate chicken tikka masala - at about 10:15 AM - and am doing laundry, and going about my business.

I may page L. and ask him if he can retrieve The Beast tomorrow instead of tonight, since I really do not feel like spending the remainder of the day propped up in a chair in front of the computer.
Um, yeah, I only posted my last entry four times...
(friends-only, so if you're not logged in, what are you waiting for?)

Jerry's Jubilee icecream is very good. I am eating it out of the carton with a spoon, which is very bad.

I was listening to The Smiths earlier and D-cat was hanging out with me. Since he is huge, ungainly, weird, and sort of the red-headed stepchild of the house ("D-cat, go sit by her" "Don't make him sit by me! I don't want him!" etc), I made up a song for him:

How Soon Is Meow?
you shut your meowth
how can you say
i go about things the wrong way
i am feline and i need to be loved
just like everykitty else does


well, not a whole song. But you get the idea, right?
After reading my last entry I'm beginning to wonder if my grip on sanity is tenuous at best. (I'd be convinced, if I didn't have a large demented blue-eyed white cat and instead had been singing to a pillow or a watermelon... I guess as far as the song goes, you had to be there.)

I was in the other room a few minutes ago, looking at a website on the iBook, when my chest did something strange, over my heart. It sort of... thumped or twitched or something. For a moment I thought I was having a heart attack, but there was no actual pain. I realized that it is most likely to have been the muscles in my chest doing muscley things. But it was scary because I'm home alone. Also because my mom's husband just died a few months ago, and if she were to come home and find me deceased, that would pretty much do her in. (I do think about other people like that. "I can't die because it would upset so-and-so.")

I am going to go drink raspberry tea and pretend to be awake and stuff. This is the time of day when I usually fall asleep for a few hours, but I'm determined to stay awake.

Profile

verbminx

March 2010

S M T W T F S
  12345 6
7891011 1213
14151617181920
21 222324252627
28293031   

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jun. 12th, 2025 05:50 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios