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Dec. 3rd, 2000 12:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbminxHealth news of the day - temperature is the same as usual, but my right ear and the connected nostril are all cloggy and itchy and stuff. Meanwhile, my mother plods around the house bemoaning her new sore throat and upset tummy, and snarfing popcorn at the speed of light. I don't get it.
We rented Chicken Run, new to both of us, and The X-Men, which I saw with L when it came out, and liked enough to watch on video. She didn't see it yet and wants to. We are some sick puppies today, sitting around eating soup when not spooning popcorn into our gaping maws (well, not me).
I've been up for hours but have done very little but to lie around staring staring staring into space.
I am wearing my longsleeved orange "Sugar Spice & everything nice..." Powerpuff Girls shirt, and a pair of dark bootcut stretch jeans, and my kitty oxfords. They make me feel powerful and comforted.
My aunt sent me a get-well card. I'm not dying, yanno. I'm just kind of weak and bored. It was a nice card, though. The kind of collagey thing that makes me want to do creative things. I'm so itchy right now and the mom is putting so much pressure on me to do her things - she's totally obsessed with money and with neatness, and it drives me crazy. They're nice but they are not the most important things AT ALL.
Oh, and I'm also supposed to whimsically decide where we will move to. *sigh*
This is me, head in hands. I want to be well enough to move away ALONE. I want to have my OWN life. I'm so much healthier and happier with a measure of independence.
We rented Chicken Run, new to both of us, and The X-Men, which I saw with L when it came out, and liked enough to watch on video. She didn't see it yet and wants to. We are some sick puppies today, sitting around eating soup when not spooning popcorn into our gaping maws (well, not me).
I've been up for hours but have done very little but to lie around staring staring staring into space.
I am wearing my longsleeved orange "Sugar Spice & everything nice..." Powerpuff Girls shirt, and a pair of dark bootcut stretch jeans, and my kitty oxfords. They make me feel powerful and comforted.
My aunt sent me a get-well card. I'm not dying, yanno. I'm just kind of weak and bored. It was a nice card, though. The kind of collagey thing that makes me want to do creative things. I'm so itchy right now and the mom is putting so much pressure on me to do her things - she's totally obsessed with money and with neatness, and it drives me crazy. They're nice but they are not the most important things AT ALL.
Oh, and I'm also supposed to whimsically decide where we will move to. *sigh*
This is me, head in hands. I want to be well enough to move away ALONE. I want to have my OWN life. I'm so much healthier and happier with a measure of independence.
