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I
am
so
sick
of
everybody
today.

bleah.

I want a front-loading washer with a window in the door so I can watch my clothes go round and round. That's one thing I miss about apartment life: getting hypnotized at the laundromat.

I want to go to a carnival and eat funnelcake and make spin art and win craptastic stuffed animals full of those awful little styrofoam balls.

I want to sit in an innertube and float all the way to Bridgeport.

I want someone to come rip up all my carpeting and install nice new wood floors. Rock maple. I love rock maple.

I want Gargoyles to go back into production and make at least 50 new episodes.

I want some scented geraniums: rose, lemon, cinnamon, and some pineapple sage. I love pineapple sage.

I want to sleep for a week.

Yet again, I make viewing your friends page an exercise in TERROR!

Sobriquet

So I feel barfous today.

So what do I do? I eat too much lunch. *breep*

So in addition to further barfousness, I now feel utterly dopey. In the Good News category, J. is feeling much better. This is fortuitous because now when I get hopelessly ill next week (and I always get whatever he brings home twice as worse) he can take care of ME. Which is much easier than taking care of him because I do not demand chickarina soup daily. Just tea and pops.

So! This weekend I will stay in bed and plan The Mural some more, since it will probably be too damp to do anything of worth outside.

So I will start every paragraph in this entry with "so".

So what?

So-so was the name of the monkey that hung out with Peter Potamus.

Do not nap on a full stomach.

Oh man, the nightmare I had!

Gunther Gebel-Williams was trying to kill me!

With his hybrid tiger-rhinocerii!

I am never sleeping again. Can't sleep. Crazy dead aryan animal trainer will get me.