it isn't so; oh no

mood: stuffy
music: the dishwasher
CPCetc: mrph. *sad face*

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DAY SEVEN OF THE MYSTERIOUSLY UNCONTAGIOUS BUBONIC PLAGUE


Funny story about that. Apparently, a group of mice injected with the bubonic plague escaped from a laboratory in Philidelphia? Yeah. I slept a little less at night.

I am feeling loooaaads better, thanks to plenty of tea, Paiga, Laura, Bozarth and random bits of Buttsex. Not nearly enough buttsex, but buttsex nonetheless! I decided to skip the old-man-nose-spray last night (as it's only given me the cold from hell) and don't miss it in the slightest. Maybe I'll become a hippie and stop taking medication. *glances at inhaler and new-found tylenol addiction* ...Or maybe not.

It's gorgeous outside today. The weather's amazingly beautiful. I'm thinking about finding my super-cool camera and going for a walk. I need to figure out how to work that thing. And, hell, any reason to get out of this house is a good one. I'd ask Opa if I could climb onto his room (his neighbours have some incredible parts to their yard), but that's probably not a good enough reason. Oh well.

Sometime today, I need to work on EnviSci homework. Damn it, Petty! Your project is a big fat bitch! Grar.

The bishop is visiting tomorrow. Oh, joy of joys. Another hour-long sex talk on why we all have to get married and all queers are going to hell. FUCK YOU, BECKWITH! It's your hell; you can burn in it.

/rant

Everyone should go to Canada. For Canada doth rock.