I bruised THE HELL out of my tailbone about a week and a half ago, and it's not getting much better. And it's such an awkward bio-hazard that it is beginning to occupy my thoughts. I do not have time for you, tailbone! Bugger off!
I have also discovered that telling your friends you thought the Matrix sequel was lame is a good way to be encouraged to see it again. I swear, I was paying enough attention the first time. Keanu wasn't exactly giving a performance with textures of Orson Welles, yo.
Things to do today:
1-Call friend so she can come over and take a bunch of my empty boxes.
2-Call rich guy about a one day job that I don't really want but must suck up for as a favor to family.
3-Get that good salad for lunch I have been neglecting!
I will try and fit in an awesome book on the train, but trains make me a sleepy antisquid.
I have also discovered that telling your friends you thought the Matrix sequel was lame is a good way to be encouraged to see it again. I swear, I was paying enough attention the first time. Keanu wasn't exactly giving a performance with textures of Orson Welles, yo.
Things to do today:
1-Call friend so she can come over and take a bunch of my empty boxes.
2-Call rich guy about a one day job that I don't really want but must suck up for as a favor to family.
3-Get that good salad for lunch I have been neglecting!
I will try and fit in an awesome book on the train, but trains make me a sleepy antisquid.