Considering an eReader? Chalk this up in the 'against' catagory:
Never having to accept you can't read something, simply due to the fact that your book is malfunctioning.
28 January, 2011
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31 December, 2010
It is late & I can't sleep.
It seems all night long I've been willing myself to stay up late (for no other reason than tomorrow is a holiday), and now the brain is stuck in 'on' mode. So I blog. I blog lots of things.
-Christmas has come and gone. This year most of my immediate family was absent (due to preference/inability/death) so I expected it to be quite bland and melancholy. However, it wound up being pretty great - highlights:
-Simultaneously glad and completely bummed I didn't buy that snowboard pass this year.
-There are not nearly enough 30+ degree weather days this time of year...I'm sort of desperate to start running again.
-Incidentally, the last time I went out for a run I wound up with a week-long flu thing that kicked my ass. Perhaps hibernation/insulation is a better call for now.
-I miss the whole of my family.
Alright, gotta try hitting the hay again. G'night for now.
-Christmas has come and gone. This year most of my immediate family was absent (due to preference/inability/death) so I expected it to be quite bland and melancholy. However, it wound up being pretty great - highlights:
- my niece looking for Jesus on the ceiling and then deciding he was actually the baby sitting a row behind us during mass
- lively discussion, delicious fondue and games with a complete stranger on Xmas Eve
- online zombie fights late into that same night with an old friend across the country
- being psyched by gifts I'd forgotten I'd even asked for
- a mini-toast in memory of the only grandparent I've ever known
- lots of chatting with a far-away brother and his family
- painting the niece's fingernails like a pro
- brunch with a good friend (and running into several others at the same time)
- receiving a "F*#k you" in response to a gift given, after which I couldn't stop smiling
- It's A Wonderful Life
-Simultaneously glad and completely bummed I didn't buy that snowboard pass this year.
-There are not nearly enough 30+ degree weather days this time of year...I'm sort of desperate to start running again.
-Incidentally, the last time I went out for a run I wound up with a week-long flu thing that kicked my ass. Perhaps hibernation/insulation is a better call for now.
-I miss the whole of my family.
Alright, gotta try hitting the hay again. G'night for now.
27 December, 2010
23 December, 2010
07 December, 2010
Best Last Words
"...so it's like a fanny pack for your back."
"Yeah."
"Okay, goodnight!"
Good times & good company on a Tuesday evening.
"Yeah."
"Okay, goodnight!"
Good times & good company on a Tuesday evening.
01 December, 2010
Humidor/humidifier
The other day I felt congested. Though since I drink plenty of water every day, I wasn't too concerned about it.
That night, every involuntary swallow ripped me from a sleep which led to near-Man Tears as I scanned the fridge for anything to numb the pain in my throat. Eventually/somehow I awoke rested.
The following day was a struggle as I worked while Vitamin C-ing myself to (hopeful) health. The next Vapo-Rub, cough syrup-coated night was a breeze. Even waking up this morning was decent.
HOWEVER.
Tonight I sound like I've been smoking cartons of cigs since conception and feel like I'm perpetually ingesting/rejecting a nasty metal brillo pad via my larynx.
If I wake up tomorrow without a suicide note pinned to my person - well, I'll be damned.
That night, every involuntary swallow ripped me from a sleep which led to near-Man Tears as I scanned the fridge for anything to numb the pain in my throat. Eventually/somehow I awoke rested.
The following day was a struggle as I worked while Vitamin C-ing myself to (hopeful) health. The next Vapo-Rub, cough syrup-coated night was a breeze. Even waking up this morning was decent.
HOWEVER.
Tonight I sound like I've been smoking cartons of cigs since conception and feel like I'm perpetually ingesting/rejecting a nasty metal brillo pad via my larynx.
If I wake up tomorrow without a suicide note pinned to my person - well, I'll be damned.
13 November, 2010
Hat Trick Pony
01 November, 2010
In lieu of a notepad
You are every girl I have ever dated
You're french-pressed
condensed
and you're concentrated.
You're french-pressed
condensed
and you're concentrated.
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