Hey, Ms Normal
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kixie, first sentences meme:
January: It occurs to me that there are a couple of reasons why I haven't bothered to write up the last 7th Sea game all week.
February: Hmm.
March: I'm back, and far too tired for a proper entry.
April: 1. What is your middle name? (it was a meme)
May: Well, the Frankenbox seems not to like talking to the outside world, so I may be incommunicado as far as IM and such are concerned.
June: It was supposed to be such a nice thing, a long weekend.
July: Okay, so this week started manic.
August: Presuming the router doesn't go flooey again right as I'm submitting my stupid journal update...
September: We had this patient come into clinic on 16th August.
October: I've folded clothes and put a load in the washing machine.
November: There are benefits to the work servers being down!
December: After much searching through my brand spanking new office supplies catalogue (because God knows Dr Slevin seems to have eaten the one I used to have), I've finally found the product that Violet wants me to order three of to make my office life more like hers.
Riveting stuff, huh?
I'm so unbelievably boooooooored. I actually cleaned my room this morning -- well, to a point, anyway. Removed all the garbage, organised some of the stacks, and played everyone's favourite game, "Oh, So That's Where I Left It", where you invariably find that thing you've been looking for on and off for the last several months under a pile of random crap. (Today's prizes included my nail file, several batteries, a pair of clean socks, my black scrunchie, my spare glasses and that CD of Exalted stuff thatdodgyhoodoo burned for me ages ago.) If this keeps up, all this boredom, I might actually have to (*gasp* shock horror) clean out my rucksack. Or worse ... my handbag.
I'm also hungry, but surprisingly, I have little interest in the small pile of junk food that's sitting on top of one of the bookshelves. Two bags of Japanese gummies, a half-bag of chocolate-covered espresso beans (those are for emergencies, writing binges and sharing withweaselbitch, who's funny when she's overcaffienated), five and a half bags of Pixy Stix (yes, still -- must remember to bring a bag to 7th Sea tomorrow), the cola sweets and a box of Pocky and I'm still not interested. I want real food -- something with vitamins in it.
I want vitamins, I'm not interested in junk food, and I'm cleaning. There is something very, very wrong with me. Anybody got a cure for normalcy?
kixie, first sentences meme:January: It occurs to me that there are a couple of reasons why I haven't bothered to write up the last 7th Sea game all week.
February: Hmm.
March: I'm back, and far too tired for a proper entry.
April: 1. What is your middle name? (it was a meme)
May: Well, the Frankenbox seems not to like talking to the outside world, so I may be incommunicado as far as IM and such are concerned.
June: It was supposed to be such a nice thing, a long weekend.
July: Okay, so this week started manic.
August: Presuming the router doesn't go flooey again right as I'm submitting my stupid journal update...
September: We had this patient come into clinic on 16th August.
October: I've folded clothes and put a load in the washing machine.
November: There are benefits to the work servers being down!
December: After much searching through my brand spanking new office supplies catalogue (because God knows Dr Slevin seems to have eaten the one I used to have), I've finally found the product that Violet wants me to order three of to make my office life more like hers.
Riveting stuff, huh?
I'm so unbelievably boooooooored. I actually cleaned my room this morning -- well, to a point, anyway. Removed all the garbage, organised some of the stacks, and played everyone's favourite game, "Oh, So That's Where I Left It", where you invariably find that thing you've been looking for on and off for the last several months under a pile of random crap. (Today's prizes included my nail file, several batteries, a pair of clean socks, my black scrunchie, my spare glasses and that CD of Exalted stuff that
dodgyhoodoo burned for me ages ago.) If this keeps up, all this boredom, I might actually have to (*gasp* shock horror) clean out my rucksack. Or worse ... my handbag.I'm also hungry, but surprisingly, I have little interest in the small pile of junk food that's sitting on top of one of the bookshelves. Two bags of Japanese gummies, a half-bag of chocolate-covered espresso beans (those are for emergencies, writing binges and sharing with
weaselbitch, who's funny when she's overcaffienated), five and a half bags of Pixy Stix (yes, still -- must remember to bring a bag to 7th Sea tomorrow), the cola sweets and a box of Pocky and I'm still not interested. I want real food -- something with vitamins in it.I want vitamins, I'm not interested in junk food, and I'm cleaning. There is something very, very wrong with me. Anybody got a cure for normalcy?