bah. morning.
Mar. 22nd, 2004 06:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperThings I want to accomplish today:
check my Smith email. I've been avoiding it like the plague
check my Smith box. see above.
talk to my English prof
talk to my math prof
either gymbunny or take off for a significant distance on Bellenoire
practice the organ
recopy CS HW so it looks reasonably presentable
Do some more CS.
Anything else is bonus at this point.
Oscillating from numb to completely tweaky. (LOL, actually I know exactly how I feel, has anyone seen that commercial with the guy who has the nice house in the 'burbs, the ride-on lawnmower, the country club membership, the sports car, and the gas grill who looks insanely, saccharinely happy, and then he says, with a big smile, "How do I do it? I'm in debt up to my eyeballs!" Yeah, I'm about there.) And to think, I haven't been awake long, nor have I had any more red bull. Of course the fucked up dream I had didn't help any. Remember how I mentioned last night the thing about phones ringing? Last night I dreamed that I was on the third floor of my parents' house, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sundart, for some reason was there on the phone with birkwelch, except the call waiting kept going off like once every five seconds, literally. And the thing is whenever it would go off the phone would ring and I'd be able to hear it but sundart wouldn't pick it up. We had Call Waiting ID too, except instead of a little box by the phone, it was this huge LCD digital thing set into the floor that would flash numbers and names at me the second the call switched. I was waiting for a call from darkling_dreams, actually, and her name kept showing up during all this, but sundart couldn't switch lines fast enough because another call would come in.
Considering how flipped out I am currently that was dangerously close to nightmarish.
Toast now, toast and water. I'm starting to get that awful knotted tummy feeling I thought I was done with forever, but apparently not. So I have to be nice to the tummy until it unknots. meh.
check my Smith email. I've been avoiding it like the plague
check my Smith box. see above.
talk to my English prof
talk to my math prof
either gymbunny or take off for a significant distance on Bellenoire
practice the organ
recopy CS HW so it looks reasonably presentable
Do some more CS.
Anything else is bonus at this point.
Oscillating from numb to completely tweaky. (LOL, actually I know exactly how I feel, has anyone seen that commercial with the guy who has the nice house in the 'burbs, the ride-on lawnmower, the country club membership, the sports car, and the gas grill who looks insanely, saccharinely happy, and then he says, with a big smile, "How do I do it? I'm in debt up to my eyeballs!" Yeah, I'm about there.) And to think, I haven't been awake long, nor have I had any more red bull. Of course the fucked up dream I had didn't help any. Remember how I mentioned last night the thing about phones ringing? Last night I dreamed that I was on the third floor of my parents' house, and
sundart, for some reason was there on the phone with birkwelch, except the call waiting kept going off like once every five seconds, literally. And the thing is whenever it would go off the phone would ring and I'd be able to hear it but sundart wouldn't pick it up. We had Call Waiting ID too, except instead of a little box by the phone, it was this huge LCD digital thing set into the floor that would flash numbers and names at me the second the call switched. I was waiting for a call from darkling_dreams, actually, and her name kept showing up during all this, but sundart couldn't switch lines fast enough because another call would come in.Considering how flipped out I am currently that was dangerously close to nightmarish.
Toast now, toast and water. I'm starting to get that awful knotted tummy feeling I thought I was done with forever, but apparently not. So I have to be nice to the tummy until it unknots. meh.
