Smite me with your mighty...ANYTHING!
I feel like death, darlings. I thought it was the onset of a wicked-unpleasant bug, but it was just....
If God would go ahead and strike me down right about now it'd save me a ton of money on Aleve and time bitching at my uterus. I don't see it happenin', though.
I plan to get up early tomorrow (my 25th birthday) and go buy a sexy desk and chair for my bedroom. This typing on the bed thing is getting old fast. I love being mobile and all, but it's awfully tempting to roll over and go to sleep when typing an annotated bibliography on a Sealy pillowtop, knowwhaddamean? I know I've officially reached boring-ass adulthood when I get completely titilated by the prospect of a nice desk and chair.
Someone buy me a drink. Quick!
On TV: Sex & the City (the one where Carrie tells Aidan she's been boinking Big)
Listening to: Billy Currington....Lucille
Reading: The Witches, by Roald Dahl