"A Direct Descendant"
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Meh. I really wish Cobra Bubbles wouldn't screw with my ability to get phone calls, y'know?...and dammit, it can't be entirely, 'cos someone else got through. I'm all confused now. *shrugs* Becca, I'd be more than happy to get up early - I'll be getting up around 6:30 tomorrow anyway - but eh, we'll see how late the place is open tonight, neh? I could try bussing but I'm so far out of painmeds it's not funny and there's no way in hell I'm going walking when my ankle feels like shit. Again with the bit wherein I'll be doing just that tomorrow, so two days in a row = bad. Meh. I'm going to just sorta curl up right now and feel something in between sick, overheated, tired, frustrated, annoyed, confused, queasy, dizzy, and... screw it, I'm just feeling a lot right now and I wanna go hide in a corner. *wry grin* ...I... ...yeah. Today isn't quite the day I expected. Fortunately, it's still a more-than-tolerable day as is.
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