Feb. 10th, 2011

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DON'T KILL MARIANA. DON'T KILL MARIANA. SHE'S JUST BEING CONVERSATIONAL. REALLY. GRAAAAAAAGH. SHUT UP, SERIOUSLY. STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB. ...I'm good, really. NO I'M NOT, SHUT UP.

It's not so much that I'm cranky, as much as I'm tired of her smoking inside. Sure, she's trying to do it under the fume hood for the stove, but it is NOT. FUCKING. WORKING. And I can barely breathe enough as it is. JESUS. CHRIST.

Somehow, in my sleep last night and possibly this morning, I managed to read almost an entire month's worth of Globe and Mail and Yahoo News headlines in Google Reader, as well as 5 days worth of feeds. I was at January 16th the last time I was awake, and now I seem to be at the 21st. I think the lesson here is, don't sleep and surf the internet. I should have learned that by now.

Woo! I managed to finally change my mood theme for my regular LJ. This is full of awesome, although it would be slightly more full of awesome if I were actually *using* said LJ at the time. Obvs, it would be cooler were I actually using said LJ.

Okay, well, I just took approximately 5 minutes to add the same mood theme to this particular LJ. Woo! Let's all feel emotions! Ow, my back. That's an emotion. That emotion is pain.

This has taken me three days to write, so you can imagine how I must be feeling. The answer is irritated. I just want to stop having this cold. Mom is sending me up to the clinic tomorrow on the off-chance that this cold has turned bacterial. My guess? No, it's probably a stupid, pernicious virus that I would like to beat the crap out of. Of which I would like to beat the crap out. That doesn't sound any better.

It's basically just your average cold, with the exception that my ears are going, and so I have middle ear issues like the day is long. There's nothing like feeling absolutely fine, and then needing to lie down in the middle of anywhere because you're so dizzy you could probably throw up. I'm not so concerned about the throat, other than that I wish it would hurry up and cure itself, I'm not so worried about my nose, although I like stuffed sinuses as much as I like rhinoceroses walking on my cup of coffee, but I cannot deal with the ears. Ear pressure is annoying, ear *pain* is annoying, but ear-vestibular issues are the bane of my existence. I don't think I look forward to my odds with the airplane.

My water glass moved. From the floor to the coffee table. I know I didn't do it, and I'm pretty sure Pegasus hasn't grown opposable thumbs, but I still don't remember anybody coming and moving it. Paying attention for the win.

Ruy and I booked flights and hotels within Europe a couple of nights ago. I'm proud of us. We're working on attractions next. I mean, as much as you can plan ahead with places like London, and see all the sights, I'm pretty sure you can't book hookers in advance in Amsterdam. There are words I didn't think I would type... ever. Yaaaaay, hookers!

I might be kidding. I don't know that we'll actually hire any hookers. But if we do, we can't hire them in advance. ...who wants to see Harry Potter sights? *changes subject swiftly*

Ooo, I am going to need that thing you plug in to get stuff computer. ...the power adapter! Yes! I need the power adapter. I am surely firing on all cylinders today.

"What? Why is CSI on? It's not Thursday! It's... oh, it is Thursday. Yeah, definitely firing on all cylinders."

I LOVE YOU ECKLIE!

"Did you know the cat is drinking your water?"
"No, that's fine, I let her. Well, I don't let her, as much as I have a lot of trouble stopping her."

Ray just became a CSI 2. I'm not even sure I know who Ray is. Well, I mean, it's probably Morpheus, but I don't actually know that his name is Ray. Let's say... yes. I do know that I applauded. ...mostly, my parents just put up with my quirks. That's right, I clap for the TV. Just call me Aunt Marioara.

Alright, where was I? Ah, yes, CSI. Because it's Thursday. Apparently. I thought it was Friday. Or at least Tuesday.

HI ECKLIE! LONG TIME NO ECKLIE! ...he can't see me, can he.

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