you love me, but you don't know who i am

[impy]

Laaaaaa. I can't believe I have to go back to work tomorrow. Well, I believe it, but I don't want to. You know how it is. Unless you don't, and then, well, lucky sonofabitch you are, aren't you? Indeed.

Currently reading Feeling Sorry for Celia which is turning out better than I expected. Which probably means it was due six days ago. :p Thing is, ever since day 1 of Jury Duty, it's been sitting on the backseat of the car. I wonder if I have any other books hiding back there. *muses* Starting reading it while mom ran into the store and I was in the car munching my taco bell. I need to read while I eat. I'm like that.

I'm trying to sort through my tapes so I can sit down and watch marathon sessions of Desperate Housewives and Lost. Slight problem is that uh, I didn't label any of them. On the other hand, this means that I've watched two episodes of Scrubs in my quest to label things.

Doug wanted me to give this patient five hundred thousand miligrams of morphine. I thought I'd check with you before I killed a man. - I laughed until it hurt. Literally.

Oddly enough, started thinking about this net friend I had for quite a few years. I wonder if he ever married that girl he was so crazy about. I wonder if he ever found out what he wanted to do in life and then managed to pull it off [as much as one can in the missing three years or so]. I hope so. Anyone who has the decency to introduce you to the world of Kevin Smith deserves good things.

*yawn*

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I also read while I eat. It's oddly symbolic. You know, how we need food to live. And then we read while we eat. It's like we need to read to live. Which is also true.