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freaking. sick.
Okay, I'm not all that sick, just a soreish throat... but it's annoying because I sense that I will soon be losing my voice AGAIN.
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So, my social life. I spent a large part of the day yesterday (well, large for me) texting Hayden. Texted Kim the other day. (My efforts to get her to update her freaking Livejournal have so far been unsuccessful.)
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Why me?
A normal person would be seriously considering the idea that, if every human contact they have results in drama, that they are the cause of all this drama.
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She's writing her memoirs again. Before the reconciliation with her mother, she had to stop - it was all just too painful, the memories sending her into a deep depression. But she finds it to be far easier now, to write - even though she still has this odd feeling of surreality about her past ( Read more... ) -
"Yar."
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I feel like such an asshole when the endo acts up and I have to take it easy. Which means basically sit around on my ass and do nothing because it hurts to breathe, much less make dinner or do the dishes or pretty much anything useful. And then Dave comes home from working all freaking day and he's exhausted and I'm all hey hon, I'm too much of a ( Read more... ) -
Liver!
So on Sunday we bought a cow ( Read more... ) -
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I hear that Dave is on the phone, and I suspect that he's talking to Carly ( Read more... ) -
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*watching Arbitrage*
Me: "One does not simply leave Susan Sarandon. She turns into an alien beast when angry, and noms on folks."
Dave: "I thought that was Sigourney Weaver."
Me: "No, she's the one that kills the aliens."
I'm a nerd. Also strange.
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Damn, damn, damn.
Wow. I am like totally miserable right now. Good job, dumbass - way to make yourself feel horrible about something that happened four years ago and that you can't do anything about now. -
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Four years ( Read more... )