...you're looking sexy!
A great concert. Made me very happy.
I skipped my one class for today. I just didn't want to wake up and leave home. The bed was just so nice and warm. But I'll wake up tomorrow morning. I'll go to my first two classes and then come home. I don't know why, but I'm getting migraines again.
Pain relievers are something else. I normally don't take them. Unless you're going to pass out from the pain, tough it out. I broke my arm in the middle of an afternoon, went to sleep that night, and finally went to the doctor the next morning. Wasn't a fracture, it was a complete break. Almost through the skin.
Oh, but I still think back to last August. Those sedatives were awesome! I've never felt that relaxed. Don't worry, I won't turn to hard drugs to recreate that feeling. I'm not like that. But I am going to lay down soon and just do nothing. That should be good enough.
People on the bus are creepy. Well, some of them. People try to talk to me, so I just nod my head and stare out of the window. Unless you're a chic, I'm not going to listen to you. Oh, and you better be easy on the eyes.
Looks are important. Now, I'm not going to say they mean everything, but no one wants to marry a walrus. Have you looked at a walrus recently? Ever noticed how no one says that their favorite animal is the walrus? There's tons of stuffed animals out there, but none in the form of a walrus. Either way, I'm not encouraging anyone out there to get plastic surgery. I don't like fake.
Alright, that's enough. I want some sleep.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Mirror, Mirror
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I just wanted to drop a note and say that I may be leaving modblog. Its been down way too long and I have a blog that has all my creative writing in it and I am worried about recovering it. I have an old blogger account I've resurrected. I'm signed in under it right now, so if you click my name you'll get it. I'm not sure yet. I may give modblog one more go, but if it goes down again, I am gone.
Migraines SUCK and creepy people on the bus can be dealt with by talking to yourself or to an imaginary friend. But sometimes they join in on private convos and that sucks.
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