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I'm feeling old
Aug. 12th, 2006 09:29 amAs I get older, I find more and more food that I used to love is on my "ick" list. Like potato chips. I still love them occasionally, but for the most part they don't taste as good and they make me feel kind of sick. Still, saying screw you to the logic that says perhaps Fritos would also be on the no-way list, I gave into the craving and bought a mini bag. I then proceeded to eat about half and now feel ill. Unlike popcorn, I don't think I'll tempt the food gods on this one anymore.
Work was exhausting. For the first time ever, I came home and immediately ran for the shower. You see, I got to go around the store dusting the cornices. Which was incredibly dusty. I felt like a giant dustball by the end and I've got dust up my nose and everywhere. It was just not fun. Plus the repeated step up, step up, dust, step down, step down, side kick, repeat action killed my legs.
Dreamt of Merita, the smoosh of Anita Blake and Merry Gentry. Sort of. These normal-ish guys are attempting to knock off some of the harem as well as Merita, and she's trying to get them to bleed, just a little so the real fun can begin. She manages to nick the thug who is attacking her, and she's all ready to do her gloaty victory, you're so dead dance, when she notices that she's been stabbed, pretty fatally. This would have been sort of awesome, only it was me [yet not, as dreams go] and there's this moment where she tries to get someone's attention, and then gives up and says, "Guys? Oh, fuck." and then face first to the ground, landing on a pretty, glossy magazine with a picture of Angelina Jolie that I admire right before I croak.
Legs.. pain... dies.
Work was exhausting. For the first time ever, I came home and immediately ran for the shower. You see, I got to go around the store dusting the cornices. Which was incredibly dusty. I felt like a giant dustball by the end and I've got dust up my nose and everywhere. It was just not fun. Plus the repeated step up, step up, dust, step down, step down, side kick, repeat action killed my legs.
Dreamt of Merita, the smoosh of Anita Blake and Merry Gentry. Sort of. These normal-ish guys are attempting to knock off some of the harem as well as Merita, and she's trying to get them to bleed, just a little so the real fun can begin. She manages to nick the thug who is attacking her, and she's all ready to do her gloaty victory, you're so dead dance, when she notices that she's been stabbed, pretty fatally. This would have been sort of awesome, only it was me [yet not, as dreams go] and there's this moment where she tries to get someone's attention, and then gives up and says, "Guys? Oh, fuck." and then face first to the ground, landing on a pretty, glossy magazine with a picture of Angelina Jolie that I admire right before I croak.
Legs.. pain... dies.