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I'm out of drugs, and I have a cough that is killing me. Roommate offers to help but notices I'm almost human today. S: Are you coming to the pharmacy with me? K: Er... hrrmmm... is it cold? S: Yes. It's cold. K: *dawn breaks* Oh, right. December 23. S: Yeah. Ho Ho Ho... Ho Ho Holy shit it's cold out. K: *trying to hold guts and stitches in place while hysterically laughing* You suck! Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow ow. Later she determines she's in the wrong profession, and ought to be a hospice nurse. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tags: amusion, h-bomb Current Music: don't get around much anymore
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Fighting off a sore throat. Cranky. Not very clear-headed. Woke up today around 11-something in the AM, which was nice. Fell back asleep, fighting off this cold that's threatening to take over my throat like a giant fungal bloom straight out of the X-Files. Finally crawled out of bed around 3pm. Ran errands with the BF for a prescription, comic boxes, food shopping, and a Christmas tree. Came home & made a late lunch, then started cleaning the living room so that the tree would fit. Filled TWO short boxes with individual comics and one BIG plastic bin with graphic novels, all of which were just lying around my living room. Yeesh. Finally made enough room for tree after the BF pointed out that while he was thrilled I was cleaning up my comics, I wasn't actually working on clearing the space where the tree needed to go. Oops. Shifted focus, cleaned that spot in 10 minutes. Duh. Glad I got some of the comics clutter under control, though. (Meanwhile, the BF figured out what was wrong with the snow blower and fixed it, then made yummy chicken pot pie from scratch.) We brought the tree in and set it up in the stand. As usual, we bought it from the kids in Foss Park, where the money goes to school programs for the Somerville School system. I even did a load of laundry! Hot shit! Didn't manage to socialize with anyone today, though. I'm working on Arisia stuff again this year, helping with the Pros(e) Nest, and it's reminding me where I was exactly a year ago and I don't feel like anything has improved. I'm still paralyzed with depression. I'm still broke (though my parents just sent me a very generous donation). The house is still a pit. My life is still aggravating. I thought I'd be a little better by now and while I'm not in as bad a place as I was last year, I'm not in a good place. Dammit. ( Thoughts on 2009 )Ok, maybe things are a little better. But it doesn't really FEEL like it.
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