in the middle of the most boring morning class after 3.5 hours of sleep (holiday traffic made the drive almost twice as long as it should have been). the cats are in new orleans. i didn't sleep well because of 1) coffee 2) teen romances (damn you, stephenie meyer, with all your chuckling, rippling muscles, and smoldering eyes; you are too easy to digest when my boyfriend and i read out loud to each other, eagerly and sarcastically flapping our hands: OMG THEY'RE GOING TO PROM!).
i could make this again another new yorker style abstract of my week. but again, all i can think of is "nothing." probably this class i'm in is not helping.
the needle in my neck thing went ok. it did hurt, and it was hard to talk with a numb neck. the lump is still there though, which is disappointing.
i waaaaant to sleeeeeeeep. i can't.
i might start eating fish again, to be more healthy. i didn't realize how reliant i'd become on it for protein, and there's only so much tofu i can take. it will make me stronger. it'll be better than cookie dough, at least, the main staple of my diet the last few months. but cookie dough's brand of guilt is a different kind of guilt than hook-in-mouth-of-suffocated-creature guilt.
well, i guess i'll get back to examining the guy in front of me's computer, where he is planning his next world of warcraft character. sad!
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