I'm sick. And in the strangest headspace. Really, it's like I'm miles away from my body... and yet residing in it.
Weird.

For no good reason. I should be sleeping... or in the very least performing the tasks I need to perform before I go to Japan. ...but instead I just kinda sit here and drool on myself.
Durrrr.... click.... thump.

I have all these people that I owe letters/e-mails to, and this would be the perfect time to keep up on my correspondence
but I'm just in such a fowl fucking mood.
There are days at work where I must project this "abuse me" vibe... 'cause people sure like to heap all their psychological shit on me.
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Realized this morning, as I was drifting off to sleep, that Home Shopping Network is my mother figure.

That's gonna keep me up for awhile....
shudder.

I have shingles of the face. It is very painful and I look like a troglodyte.
Boo hoo. Poor fucking me.

I'm reading a book about horses.
And enjoying it.
Bizarre.

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I miss having a huge honking dictionary around. Wikipedia's good for an hour or two, but I really miss delving into a good OED. Hard copy, you know? Something you can sit in your lap while drinking tea, losing yourself in the words.

That's probably just me, tho.

Did you know eyelashes can get split ends? Well, they can. Weird.
Fuckin' Mardi Gras hit work last night. Never-ending sea of drunken ASShats. I wish them all implosions.