i haven’t called the wienerdoggians back yet. sorry. i actually haven’t called anybody, really. sorry. i haven’t written anything at all on here since thursday night. sorry. again.
but why do i have to be the one who is sorry all the time? i have my reasons for not calling or writing. does anybody call or write me? no. except the wienerdogmen.
yesterday i did just about nothing. i took a nap for an entire hour. i’m never able to nap that long. i didn’t even move a muscle, didn’t roll from side to side like i usually do when attempting to sleep. i might have od’d on codeine cough syrup on saturday night, i can’t say for sure because i had no spoon and was too wiped out to walk downstairs and get one so i just drank it out of the bottle.
might have od’d. can’t say for sure. but the feeling of intense lethargy lasted all day long until i finally went to sleep, so maybe it wasn’t od’ing after all, because wouldn’t it have worn off at some point during the day? my dad told me it should have worn off, and my dad knows pretty much everything.
“wicked” was incredible. and i didn’t have any coughing fits at all during it, which was a great relief. i want to see it again, only this time i want to sit really really close.
the symphony wasn’t as good. i forgot to bring my water with me, and i started coughing during the first piece, and this old man kept turning partway around in his seat and glaring, not directly at me, but he was mad that i was coughing. i wish he’d have turned all the way around, because i wanted to say I’M SORRY! BUT IT’S NOT MY FAULT! I’M NOT DOING IT ON PURPOSE!
and then when i got home saturday night, all that activity during the day i think made me weak, so the coughing commenced with a vengeance as i attempted to sleep, so i took all the new coughing drugs i’d gotten at the campus health center, including an inhaler thing and some little pills, and then i finally took some codeine cough syrup. it hit me like a ton of bricks and i did sleep through the night, and i wish i’d have written down my dreams when i woke up, because all i remember is that they were very, very weird. not my usual ironing vacuuming incredibly boring dreams.
whew.
today i’m still not feeling so good. very very low energy. i spent much of the afternoon working on my second english paper. like the first one, it’s supposed to be 2,500 words minimum. with all the revisions, the first paper ended up being 4,300 words. TOO LONG. i think i already wrote about that on here. sorry again. sorry sorry sorry.
anyway, i worked for about three and a half hours this afternoon, and then another hour tonight, and it’s 2,600 words right now, and i still have to add a few quotes from outside sources. too long. too long. don’t write so many words! this is something i have a problem with. in case you didn’t notice before.
soooo tired right now. soon, i sleep. last night i didn’t cough at all, but i woke up at three in the morning and worried for a good couple of hours. worry and angst, i would like to remove those portions of my brain, please. will there be an operation someday where you can just have them neatly removed? like in harry potter, where they pull out memories and put them in the pensive? HARRY POTTER WAS INCREDIBLE, by the way, FYI. I had one coughing fit during that, and i considered standing out on the other side of the partition, but it finally stopped before i had to excuse myself from the theater. the movie was GREAT.
there are at least a couple of things i wanted to talk about, besides the moping and complaining. first – i had time to wander around Meijer’s while waiting for my plethora of drugs. they have all the xmas stuff out, and i noticed a particularly retarded as well as obnoxious one. it’s a santa claus on a ladder, carrying a string of lights. it probably plays music, too, but i was so spellbound watching the santa that i didn’t notice the music. the santa drags the lights up the ladder, almost to the top. and then it walks back down the ladder.
and then back up.
and then back down.
FIFTY BUCKS.
FIFTY BUCKS.
WHY?????
i believe this is even stupider than those singing xmas trees. at least they have a point, after all – they sing. they’re the most annoying thing i can think of at the moment, but at least there’s a point.
but santa, climbing up and down a ladder…so utterly dumb.
the other bad xmas item for sale is a gingerbread house kit. it comes with a gingerbread house that is ALREADY MADE.
if you’re going to make a gingerbread house, you should MAKE THE HOUSE.
but then again, i realize this would require some actual ACTION, and god forbid anybody actually DO anything, other than watching tv.
one more thing – i was listening to the radio, and there was some story about buying seven planes from china or something like that. only i first thought they said buying seven PLATES from china. and i thought how funny it would be if that was a top news story, the sale of dinnerware. what if mostly everything in the world was destroyed, at least the big huge stuff that they always talk about on the media, but the media was all still there? so they’d have to fill up the airwaves with stories about something, and then there would be news items about selling plates. They’d deliver it with that same tone of urgency and importance, and then people could feel that they’re getting ALL THE IMPORTANT NEWS, but it would be much simpler. selling plates. seven, to be exact.
too many drugs.
not enough?
ok already,
november grace.