Guys, WATCH OUT for those zinc swabs. There's a class-action suit that they sometimes completely destroy the sense of smell and taste, permanently.
Well, crap. I've been using it but, since my head is still under the control of the dread snot monster, I have no idea if I can smell still.
VAGINA BOJANGLER has such a nice rythm that I sometimes use it as a general oath.
I am home from work again today. I feel much better, but the cold meds that I took to get to sleep last night made me totally unable to get out bed this morning.
Last night I dreamed that I got all these intriguing packages in the mail. The last one was a long narrow tube, curtain rod length, but I woke up before I could open the package. Now I am wondering what it was.
I mostly just got up. I need to shower and go get my cat from the boarding place.
OK, I know this is news to no one here, but: I HATE MY PAPER.
You have a paper? Cool.
I was poring through my flickr account trying to decide if there's enough in there to make a calendar. And I bored myself. Not boding well.
Now, this is not news: I HATE THE COLD.
You want the 60 and windy we have here? I'll trade.
Oh, I don't care what the weather's like outside right now (predicted high 68, IIRC). It's the temperature at my desk that's bothering me.
I have 68, windy, and rainy. Which I kinda like, because I'm a ginormous freak that way, so I'm keeping it.
It's the temperature at my desk that's bothering me.
Oh yeah, that's bad. Why can they never get that right?
I have 68, windy, and rainy. Which I kinda like, because I'm a ginormous freak that way, so I'm keeping it.
I would like it, if the heat in my apartment weren't blasting and if I weren't all prepared to wear coats and stuff.