Saturday, December 13, 2008

make it nice around the tree

i feel like crap. kinda. 

i predict that by the end of tomorrow i will be sounding like joan rivers, which isn't necessarily a terrible thing, because that at least means that whatever has finally managed to beat me in my continious zicam swabbings will be gone by the time i leave for aspen.

i'm out of milk... which means i cannot have my regular breakfast indulgence of honey nut cheerios mixed with kashi honey almond flax crunch in a bowl that is toO small. all my dishes need to go into the dishwasher anyways. i'm out of utensils. everything is dirty. fuck it. i had a handful of gummi vitamins [i don't know why i thought buying delicious gummi vitamins for adults would be a smart idea for an individual like myself], the vitamin C pomegranate citrus wedges, and some lycopene multi-V's thrown in the mix, and a shipyard pumpkinhead ale... its the only possible solution, and substitute, as far as i'm aware. 

my most recent paycheck was asS, or rather, is ass, seeing as how i have yet to deposit it into my account. and i need to go food shopping, but the hospital has yet to reimburse me the $92 from my last food shopping excursion, and i feel as though i am pretty much broke, even for aspen. i plan on going out and exploring while my man is working... which will obviously involve eating and frivolous purchases. 

sigh. i want so badly to be motivated right now. well... perhaps that is a lie. if i wanted to be motivated that badly, i could easily get up and get stuff done. should i have maybe opted for a redbull instead of this beer? i'd probably only be typing faster, but not accomplishing much else. i have a ton of laundry to do as well. so i have nothing to wear, and no utensils to eat off of, until i do something about it. i most likely will not care about this until i run out of clean pajamas, and pajama substitutes. 

ok, enough of this. the only person most likely to have even been the slightest bit interested in reading to this point is brooke. and that is because she loves me.

i wish this bottle was an apricot wheat beer. sigh.


1 comment:

Brooke said...

make it even. make it niiiiiiiiiiccce