You're drunk. You've got every excuse.
And yes, do drink water.
Olaf the Troll ,'Showtime'
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You're drunk. You've got every excuse.
And yes, do drink water.
I'm drinking seltzer right now. How are things over by you?
Working on several things. Good. Friends make me laugh. All good.
A fair warning: it has been a while since I wrote a lot in English. You might suffer the consequences while I getting used to virtualizing myself and thoughts in English, once more.
well... I'm drunk. You should see what my posts look like before I edit them.
Yes, m'dear. I totally should. evil grin
Now I'm on my seconmd glass of seltzer and my housemates are watching blues vedios while I watch Avatar: The Tales of Ba SIng Se and cry over Iroh's story.
Hmm, ^ that's not so bad unedited perhaps I am starting to sober up.
Morning and happy 2011, all. I fell asleep two minutes before midnight, then got woken up repeatedly by fireworks that sounded too close for comfort. It may have been the elderly people next door (who covered the front of their house with "YAY CHRISTMAS!!!" type decorations a week ago. They seem like their holidays).
Today I am taking clothes to the cleaner's, then looking for an open cafe in which to read journal articles. It's an exciting life.
We had a bit of fireworks out here but nothing like the war zone of July 4th.
It is currently 0 degrees Farenheit (-18 C) outside, here. that may be why I didn't hear any fireworks out there last night. That, or I was so exhausted last night that I was practically weeping along with the whining I was doing before I went to bed.
Yesterday while I was trying for what looks to people who don't know my schedule as a lazy afternoon nap (but is actually me trying to finish the night's sleep), some guy used the parking spaces in front of our house for teaching someone how to parallel park. Which meant that he was shouting instructions loudly for me to hear them (and not be able to sleep). We graciously loaned him a trash can, showing our consent to his use of it, by having left it out on the curb last night because it was frickin' sleeting when I drove home from work. The trash can was pretending to be another parked car, for the student driver to possibly bump into, but not to maim or crush. The instructor showed his gratitude for the loan of the trash can by leaving it sitting in the street, a good meter from the curb.