Oh, yay, it's Tuesday.
Sorry, I have a hard time mustering up any enthusiasm at the moment. My nose is really stuffed up and my throat is scratchy. I'm pretty sure I'm finally getting sick. It's probably the swine flu. So if you all get it (and you really should, it's the hottest thing) you can blame me. Maybe stop licking your monitor, just to be safe.
I know, I'm no fun whatsoever.
I've been getting a lot of anonymous spammy "click this link for viagra" comments, but only on this post from January. Like, probably 20 of them in the last 2 weeks. I deleted them all and closed the comments, which makes me feel all weird. What if someone desperately wants to say something regarding the diet and exercise plan I no longer follow??
We went over to my friend Elle's place for dinner tonight. I brought a sort of taco lasagne, and she added some random elements, including fries, steamed veggies, grilled pork and spaghetti. It was...eclectic. But good. She called it our "ghetto Mexitteranean dinner".
Mouse trap coffins. I wish I'd had these last year when I was hunting the rodent in our house. He was a warrior, he deserved a proper burial.
Still have a lot of work-related rage. Thanks for asking.
Basically I'm using NaNoWriMo as an excuse to neglect my blog, because I'm only up to 17,000 words. But hey, at least I have an excuse.
One of my ovaries is trying to kill me. From the inside. By stabbing itself. Seriously, wtf, ovary? You're supposed to be on my side. I'm pretty sure it's not a tumor because they looked for those, twice already, and I'm at least 75% positive you can't grow a whole tumor in less than a month.
It's probably just gas.
Reeeeaaaalllly hard, stabby gas...
...aren't you glad you stopped by today?
Here, maybe you should check to see if your tattoo made it up here. If so...maybe invest in some long sleeved shirts.
Anyway, off to chug Neo Citran and slip into a mini-coma. Ahhhh, sleep, you beautiful little slice of death.
Link up, then use some hand sanitizer, you guys.