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Day 195: Rehhhhhh?
Sep. 14th, 2005 01:17 pmAm twitchy and sick. Did not sleep well last night. Am not able to eat. Generally not happy with self and despairing over upcoming paper. Not lack of finesse with typing skills.
Yesterday was all right. In fact, it was more than all right. Despite having headaches - and having pills wear off - my mother came to visit, which meant entertaining conversation, a stash of chocolate, my car back and some real food at the mexican restaurant down the street. The waitress/hostess is a cute little girl, maybe eleven or twelve. Very pleasant and well-spoken. Give her a few years and the tips will come flooding in. It was good to see mom again, and I was glad she met my friends. Well, she met all but Nick, whom you cannot catch unless he wants to be caught.
I watched House last night. First episode of the new season. Closed with Jeff Buckley's version of "Hallelujah." Truly gut-wrenching. Del, Josh, Sierra and I watched some INXS. Josh was annoyed at the way in which we girls squealed over Mig. That man is hot. Okay, so he's married, but he's got a great voice and looks awesome on stage. He sang "Paint it Black" and then "Kiss from a Rose." Dang. We girls were made very happy, especially when he lost the jacket.
Del tried to warn me, said someone was approaching my window, but Nick still managed to give me a heart attack by jumping at my window. I screamed like a girl. Very shameful.
Have made plans to see some Emily Rose, help Erin with her photography project, play some Tekken and get things done. I'm back at that weird stage, hungry but unable to eat for fear of puking.
Marty is mad. Feel bad for him.
Should really stop the twitching.
It's cold up here.
A certain fellow whose name begins with "B" is becoming increasingly obnoxious. Someone ought to dispose of him.
Yesterday was all right. In fact, it was more than all right. Despite having headaches - and having pills wear off - my mother came to visit, which meant entertaining conversation, a stash of chocolate, my car back and some real food at the mexican restaurant down the street. The waitress/hostess is a cute little girl, maybe eleven or twelve. Very pleasant and well-spoken. Give her a few years and the tips will come flooding in. It was good to see mom again, and I was glad she met my friends. Well, she met all but Nick, whom you cannot catch unless he wants to be caught.
I watched House last night. First episode of the new season. Closed with Jeff Buckley's version of "Hallelujah." Truly gut-wrenching. Del, Josh, Sierra and I watched some INXS. Josh was annoyed at the way in which we girls squealed over Mig. That man is hot. Okay, so he's married, but he's got a great voice and looks awesome on stage. He sang "Paint it Black" and then "Kiss from a Rose." Dang. We girls were made very happy, especially when he lost the jacket.
Del tried to warn me, said someone was approaching my window, but Nick still managed to give me a heart attack by jumping at my window. I screamed like a girl. Very shameful.
Have made plans to see some Emily Rose, help Erin with her photography project, play some Tekken and get things done. I'm back at that weird stage, hungry but unable to eat for fear of puking.
Marty is mad. Feel bad for him.
Should really stop the twitching.
It's cold up here.
A certain fellow whose name begins with "B" is becoming increasingly obnoxious. Someone ought to dispose of him.
