Well, I am going to try the blog thing, in my own awkward way. I do have a “professional” blog festering somewhere but wanted a place where I could swear and talk about normal things. Be warned that this sudden burst of activity coincides with giving up smoking, so I’m a little scattered from riding around on the cold turkey all weekend.
Exactly like that. As for right now, I can feel that there is a large globule of mucus that isn’t in my mouth enough to spit out and isn’t in my nose enough to blow out. It’s an improvement on last week, I suppose, when the mucus was far more aggressive and felt the need to launch itself at people (including one of my professors). The shame.
The mornings need to warm up again soon. Not too much, mind, but feeling cold in 5 layers of clothing gets old fast. The girls who can wear tiny skirts and no tights in winter must have far superior circulation to mine. Good for them, my blood is probably like tile grout by comparison.
It is Terrible Bedtime Movie Time, a ritual that seems to appease whichever unkind deity is responsible for bringing me sleep. Nighty night.