babble
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
The drones work hard before they die:
Last night I had a bad dream that involved a shady car-repair company, a neighborhood full of nosy families, a car chase, and police bursting into my home to arrest me for a multitude of offenses, none of which I committed. My alarm went off right after the police officer (who looked oddly like Kurt Russell) burst into my bedroom and made me get out of bed to take me into custody. I then proceeded to yell, "Oh, shit!" at the alarm clock. Appropriate, don't you think?
In other news, I have apparently contracted a cold of some sort, because I woke up with the fun combo meal of nasal congestion with a side of scratchy throat. I hope the nasal congestion goes away quickly and the whole thing kind of moves down into my throat, because then my voice will get all sexy like on that one episode of Friends when Phoebe gets sick and then her singing voice is all sultry and everyone wants to bone the crap out of her. Well, I made up that last part, but a proper boning wouldn't be a bad thing right about now.
In light of the newly acquired rhinovirus and the fact that I have to complete the first drafts of four separate 75-slide presentations by the end of February, I may have to forego or postpone my trips to Phoenix and San Frangaysco. I don't want to miss out on the mud wrestling in Phoenix and I especially don't want to miss out on the inappropriate boob touching in SF, but as I was discussing with one of my favorite artists last night, sometimes you have to suck it up and get work done, even if it means neglecting your personal life a little. And shit, if I'm going to take over the world, I need to get crackin', because I don't want it to take so long to conquer Earth that I'm too old to enjoy the perks.
babbled by Kat @ 4:32:00 PM |
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