Don't wanna wake up Monday morning.
Feb. 5th, 2007 09:02 amNo wonder it's so damn cold in here; it's only two degrees outside. (-16.66 Celsius)
Pity I'm an idiot who lost her brand-new ski gloves somewhere in the apartment and can't find them to save her life. They would really come in handy when I have to go out in the single-digit weather to wait up to 20 minutes for a bus to come. I guess I'll just have to choose between the gloves that are too small, the gloves with fingers cut out, or the gloves made of a single layer of Polartec which the wind cuts through like it wasn't even there. WOO
Lesson learned, kids. When someone gives you a brand-new pair of gloves, FUCKING REMEMBER WHERE YOU PUT THEM. Otherwise the person's hard-earned money will be WASTED and you'll wind up losing your hands to frostbite because you are STUPID.
I dreamed of Chris last night. We were just watching TV on the couch together, just as normal and cozy as you please, and just like we will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER get to do. And then for some reason we were moving boxes in a warehouse near where the MythBusters cast was doing some stuff, and I was trying to convince Chris that he needed to put on a warmer coat.
And then I had to wake up shivering and alone, shortly before learning that I am likely to lose some fingers today.
Sometimes I honestly wonder if it's my job to be shat on by life so that it can balance out for other people to be happy. Except there would be a tiny sliver of comfort and dignity in that, which means that it can't possibly be. It's just that things like contentment and hope are Not For Me, Ever.
Now to watch a movie or read a book or something, and do my best to lose myself in an imaginary world so as to try to escape the real one.
Pity I'm an idiot who lost her brand-new ski gloves somewhere in the apartment and can't find them to save her life. They would really come in handy when I have to go out in the single-digit weather to wait up to 20 minutes for a bus to come. I guess I'll just have to choose between the gloves that are too small, the gloves with fingers cut out, or the gloves made of a single layer of Polartec which the wind cuts through like it wasn't even there. WOO
Lesson learned, kids. When someone gives you a brand-new pair of gloves, FUCKING REMEMBER WHERE YOU PUT THEM. Otherwise the person's hard-earned money will be WASTED and you'll wind up losing your hands to frostbite because you are STUPID.
I dreamed of Chris last night. We were just watching TV on the couch together, just as normal and cozy as you please, and just like we will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER get to do. And then for some reason we were moving boxes in a warehouse near where the MythBusters cast was doing some stuff, and I was trying to convince Chris that he needed to put on a warmer coat.
And then I had to wake up shivering and alone, shortly before learning that I am likely to lose some fingers today.
Sometimes I honestly wonder if it's my job to be shat on by life so that it can balance out for other people to be happy. Except there would be a tiny sliver of comfort and dignity in that, which means that it can't possibly be. It's just that things like contentment and hope are Not For Me, Ever.
Now to watch a movie or read a book or something, and do my best to lose myself in an imaginary world so as to try to escape the real one.