One More Thing

Also discovered that my assumed readership of two is actually six. I have six regular readers.

Phenomenal.

Wah wah wah

I slept in this morning and drove my car to school to avoid being late. Parking is expensive and my (Bobby's) parking pass only qualifies for a couple hours so during my break I've dropped my car off at home and am writing a quick blog post.

Gary is complaining about his mid-terms these days and I've been suffering through the first bout of midterms for two weeks now. As everyone I have any contact with knows I also have a chest/sinus infection that has rendered me irritable and somewhat short-tempered.

All I want to do is curl up on a couch with some neocitran and fall asleep to crappy day-time TV.

Since my exams require I go to school, I've been using my iPod to elicit some sense of home-y-ness while away. Today's melancholy track of choice is Halah by Mazzy Star. I find Mazzy Star's ethereal moodiness perfect for days like today; I just want to complain, be ridiculously self-indulgent, and escape my institutional surroundings.

I can't wait to come home this afternoon and nap with my cat.

Also, you should listen to the song below because it is fantastic.

Elixir of Life

As I have been feeling under the weather, I have been drinking copious amounts of tea but have been avoiding my morning coffee. Today is my first day back to school since catching this bug and, regardless of my dry itchy throat, I am having my morning cup of coffee dammit. I'll quickly interject that I'm a bit of a snob and it's not really a morning coffee per-se but rather espresso. Delicious, delicious, espresso.

The way some smokers argue they could quit anytime, I also argue that I am not completely dependent on coffee; That's a load of crap. I may be able to quit anytime but why would I want to?? I love coffee. More often than not, what gets me out of bed in the morning is the thought of my coffee. We all have our vices - don't judge.

I'm like Fry in that episode of Futurama where he gets in the car accident and Zoidberg has to put him back together:

"I have bad news," Zoidberg says, "I couldn't re-attach your dorsal fin."

"Can I live without it?" Fry asks.

"If you call that living!" replies Zoidberg.

Complimentary Peanuts

Today Bobby left for Vancouver and I am taking a sick day.  I've had a nagging cough (which seems to be worse in the morning) for three days so I'm staying in.  Being alone and sick is making me feel a little bummed so, as a gift to me and my two readers (*cough Emanuel *cough Gary), I am providing complimentary peanuts.

I LOVE THEM.

Haiku

Like many things I've never tried, I imagine in my head that I'd be quite good at writing Haiku poetry. This is, of course, in the same vein that I'd also be quite good at kung fu, dancing, and flying a plane.

It's ridiculous.

I'm walking down a dark back alley when a mugger surprises me. I quickly overtake his pitiful attack and return home to write haiku poetry about my experience:

a morose creature

clandestine soul in hiding

try again - sucker

Soon after, I'm discovered for my amazing abilities. Gleaming with excitement from my new found success, I discover that Gary is already respected and established in said field.

He is my nemesis.