I’m pretty sure my psychotically efficient immune system has me currently fighting off something very nasty, but has dumbed it down to a general feeling of ‘off’.
I’m not sure if I’m pleased a potentially crippling flu has been reduced to just an irritating feeling of abnormality, or if I’m totally jealous that I won’t get to use any sick days.
On second thought, judging by the plagues going around here regularly? I think I’m okay with my immune system being way above average.
Eat dirt, kids! It’s good for you!
I start out with the best of intentions every year. I plan on making most of my gifts. I even start in January of that calendar year.
By August, I think I have this in the bag. By November?
Online shopping ftw.
If you can’t make sense of our own crap, no one else is going to be able to follow this convoluted thought process.
Just throwing it out there.
Love and kisses,
The rest of you that has to clean up the mess.
Well, as usual, a whole bunch of stuff that was supposed to be done last week has trickled over into this week, therefore royally screwing up my plans to do certain things.
So of course, I have just become more stubborn and hell bent on getting everything done this week.
Work, National Novel Writing Month, Christmas knitting. Bring it.
I do this every year, don’t I?
I often listen to instrumental or ambient noise as I’m trying to fall asleep. I set a timer and doze off to something which blocks out the car noise and idiot neighbours revving their engines at 11:30 at night.
Sometimes, I forget to set the timer. Those are the nights I wake up at 2am to bird song, and am very confused.
There is just not enough coffee in the world.
Today is one of those days.
I was in San Francisco (again) a couple weeks ago.
Despite the complete failure to find an iphone there, the weather was fantastic.
Here? Well, it says the temperature is only 5-6 degrees lower, but it feels a lot colder.
It could possibly be because I’m not hiking up steep hills constantly.