Sooo...I have to read and summarize an 18 page article for tomorrow. My tummy doesn't exactly hurt, but the thought of eating anything makes me feel kind of nauseated. So, nap or work? I'm thinking nap even though I know it means staying up late to do the paper. Also, I've reached the point of my cold where the runny nose has stopped just ( Read more... )

I need boots. My loafers are horrifically slippy, which hasn't been an issue so long as I'm careful. But our entire driveway melted on Saturday, and is now pure smooth ice. I got out of my car, lost my balance, and actually slipped so that I fell under the car. My coat has car shit all over it and my new bag is smudged. Luckily I'm not hurt ( Read more... )

The roof of my mouth itches. What?

"Your name is Rob. Like Rob Zombie. By the way, who here loves zombies?"
*practically everyone raises their hand*
"I actually have a phobia of zombies."
"Well, that's good. That's the natural reaction."

Only one class today yay ( Read more... )

Not sure how many people read this anymore, but I figured I'll mention that I have a second blog devoted to running at http://stuffthatmakesmehappy.blogspot.com/ It started as a sort of whimsical fun blog for me to post anything that caught my fancy, but I needed a place to ( Read more... )

I've been reading my IBS book. Interesting stuff. It does a pretty good job of explaining how your guts are supposed to work and why stuff upsets them and what happens when you have ibs. It has some pretty weird dietary requirements. It's a little more flexible than celiac, because it's more about ratios than not eating something at all. ( Read more... )

Seriously, I am in a stage of really funky ass dreams. I had one last week that was like a sequel to 28 weeks later which was terrifying. Today I dreamed that I had a baby and immediately afterward ended up in a concentration camp somehow, which was located in a shopping mall. Rawr ( Read more... )

Just had a really freaky/messed up nap dream involving a romantic encounter with a dvd rack. Except in the dream the rack was Michael. WTF?

My internet is being frustratingly annoyingly slow, so much so that I'm sitting here sewing while waiting for pages to load. It's been that sort of day. I really felt like I needed time to myself but it doesn't seem to be helping. I was supposed to go see Michael tonight but everyone was still over and I didn't really feel sociable. Amazingly, ( Read more... )