Bad medicine is what I need.

[dragonlady7]

After a rather successful day at work marked by only minor annoyances in the grand scheme of things, following a morning during which I bravely overcame ennui and went for a jog on a second consecutive morning (although I have determined that I am indeed not doing enough; barely 25 minutes of exercise including the stretching cool-down at the end is not going to have any impact on my waistline whatsoever but God, i don't think i could go farther), I drove home through some heavy (for buffalo) traffic with my windows down and the radio blaring, and was obscurely amused to be listening loudly to Bon Jovi's greatest hits in a traffic jam. I got some odd looks. I decided I was very cool. And also, "Bed of Roses" is almost entirely in my alto range and consequently I can bellow it with wall-bending force. Which was yet another level still of amusing.

I think that first sentence there deserves some sort of prize. I am the queen of parenthetical asides and really ought to find some venue that would recognize that. Perhaps when I clean out my room and find the rest of my silkscreening supplies I'll make myself a t-shirt. I always meant to make a sparkly pink one that said "Grammar Girl", which was a moniker of mine in high school, in the early Internet days. (I used to correct people's spelling in e-mails, and I copyedited all my friends' webpages. Yes, I know: you don't need to say it. I was a twit in high school. I remain a twit, but if I ever went back in time and met myself, i'd deck her.)

I arrived home and Dave had put his bed together. It's awesome that he has a real bed again. It had really honestly been a year since he'd lost the screws for it. That's a long time to be sleeping on the floor. I'd forgotten how nice that bed looked.

We also have a printer, randomly given to us by one of Dave's mom's friends. I may have to resume my program of making digital photos into postcards that I randomly send to people. First, tho', I have to find my inkjet printer friendly sheets of postcards.

My room needs to be cleaned. I weep at the hopelessness of it. Weep! Also, I am ridiculously overindulgent of late of my cravings for ice cream, and I do believe I have had more ice cream this week alone than any human should in a month. But I can't stop. I can't. The time of month is not helping. I had ice cream twice yesterday.

And I want more now!!!
No, Bridget, you can't have ice cream for dinner. You have to have real food.

But I want ice cream!!! Waaaahhh!!!

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Maybe you are pregnant

Wouldn't that be funny

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

It would, except for my "time of the month" comment above, which is pretty good evidence to the contrary. I suppose I didn't specify which one, but the fact that there is one at all would rather indicate what my problem isn't.

But it would be exceedingly funny.