HA! I stayed up half the night trying to download Ryan Adams' version of "Wonderwall." No go. Soulseek was bein' a little bitch and no matter how many times I begged the minions of the greater universe, no download. I finally gave in and decided to download the regular ole Oasis version--since I couldn't find What's the Story Morning Glory? no matter how hard I hunted. I was doing all this in a sickly stupor since the snot finally overtook me yesterday. I woke up coughing my head off, my lungs in full-scale revolt, and with the wheezy cadence of Tanya Tucker in my throat. It all sounds very eloquent, doesn't it? It wasn't really. Just snotty and wheezy and miserable. And the Oasis didn't download either. So I went to sleep in a pouty mood listening to Rascal Flatts.
Woke up this morning feeling a little more human, but with my head threatening to twist off its axis. Or maybe it was just my unborn twin trying to tunnel his way out again. Either way, I had two sugar-free shortbread cookies for breakfast accompanied by a side of Excedrin Tension Headache. The pussified red kind don't work as fast. I miss the days of the white ones that looked like overgrown vicodin. Quite suitable for sprinkling over a sandwich or dry-swallowing.
The good news is, "Wonderwall" (the Adams version) downloaded this morning. All is right with the world. At least until 2:15 when I have to get dressed and be amongst the living. I like the living (shout out to Jizzle, Lil E. and Goose) but I still feel like shit. And being cute while I feel like shit is just so wrong.
And I have to write a 9-page paper by Monday. Actually, make that seven. The abstract was two. Either way, no motivation and limited time to work on it.
OH, and one exciting thing. E-mailed my prof yesterday to tell him I wouldn't be in class last night--to my surprise he took it rather well and offered me an independent study in the fall. I need to get sick more often!
On TV: "Honeymoon"...House
Listening: Ryan croon-me-into-a-stupor Adams..."Wonderwall"
Reading: The Blindfold. Screw required reading I say. It seems to have become my mantra.
In my head: A chemical romance...thank you Excedrin.
maybe you're gonna be the one that saves
you're gonna be the one that saves me
and after all
you're my wonderwall