I'm alive, I'm alive!
Jul. 14th, 2001 12:45 amHonest. I am. Really.
Okay. Actually, this is being posted from beyond the grave.
I've spent the week trying to sleep and act like a normal person. As you can tell this hasn't really worked.
Partially, I've just done nothing but work. But. Wednesday, I actually did something productive. I put all of my clothes away, and filled the laundry basket with a load of them, and folded a ton of extraneous sheets and blankets.
I came home that night, after work, to find my makeshift closet/shelf had collapsed.
I think it's a metaphor for my life, really. One step forward, 13 back.
We've finally got someone new on the desk at work. Don tells me I should figure out what days I want to be off next week. I ain't holding my breath.
Took the dogs in the car today. They love going on a drive. Little buggers.
Saw Poirot and Demon Knight tonight. Happyme. Drama, mystery, and funky ass nifty angles and direction.
Also, I finally got to see the end.
I have decided there is no one who can ever play Poirot, except David Suchet. The man is SO Poirot down to the last little mannerism and movement, and etc. Sigh.
I'm now rereading the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy books. Already in the middle of the Restaurant at the end of the Universe... Well, I ran out of Rumpole books to read.
Stupid Borders didn't have ANY Rumpole. Dumbasses.
Bed soon.
Okay. Actually, this is being posted from beyond the grave.
I've spent the week trying to sleep and act like a normal person. As you can tell this hasn't really worked.
Partially, I've just done nothing but work. But. Wednesday, I actually did something productive. I put all of my clothes away, and filled the laundry basket with a load of them, and folded a ton of extraneous sheets and blankets.
I came home that night, after work, to find my makeshift closet/shelf had collapsed.
I think it's a metaphor for my life, really. One step forward, 13 back.
We've finally got someone new on the desk at work. Don tells me I should figure out what days I want to be off next week. I ain't holding my breath.
Took the dogs in the car today. They love going on a drive. Little buggers.
Saw Poirot and Demon Knight tonight. Happyme. Drama, mystery, and funky ass nifty angles and direction.
Also, I finally got to see the end.
I have decided there is no one who can ever play Poirot, except David Suchet. The man is SO Poirot down to the last little mannerism and movement, and etc. Sigh.
I'm now rereading the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy books. Already in the middle of the Restaurant at the end of the Universe... Well, I ran out of Rumpole books to read.
Stupid Borders didn't have ANY Rumpole. Dumbasses.
Bed soon.