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2003-08-07 - 11:01 p.m. Blargy Sort of Day Urg. I'm either getting sick, I've lost the happy or... well, I suppose I could be having a bad day without anything bad happening. (And, at least in part, something halfway good happening -- I was home [that's as in, at my actual house even] by something like 9:30 this morning) So, yeah. Feeling dull, useless. Listless. Not sure now if I'm going to Cols this weekend or not. Was going to go down, see the State Fair, bring Talcott his birthday stuff a bit early. Now, not so sure. I'd be poor company. Maybe I'll just hold off and visit like next weekend (if he's not busy), as I think that'll be closer to his actual birthday anyway. I might still bake something tomorrow morning, though. Baking makes me happy. Or at least, it did during the christmas-of-too-many-cookies. Bah. Humbug. And in August even. I never got around to designating a specific unbirthday for myself. Huh. Well, maybe it'll be fine. Some years haven't sucked. I don't think last year did. Did it? Well, other than the not realizing it was coming up until like a week beforehand or something. Assuming that was last year. Great, now not only are the jobs I've done at work blurring together, so are the sucky and less sucky birthdays. *snort* This is even more pointless than usual, so I don't think I'll tell you about the mostly-forgotten-dream that I had this morning. It involved being quietly and mostly politely robbed. And I think an argument with my cousin Jake. TTFN, I suppose. Oh, PS, and snuck in when you aren't looking anymore...
*blink* Just what the fuck kind of conversation am I having here? Time to cut off this entry. In Three... two... one... *test pattern*
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