
I just chugged a half a gallon of water because my throat is dry. But that's not all that's dry - my flippin' hands, my face, and even my sex life. I think I got about 2 hours of sleep, which I find clearly inadequate as energy when I want to use the higher-order mental faculties without producing a nebulous throbbing headache. So I've been taking it easy right now and been getting my dosage of the scientific blogosphere. Apparently everybody saw the moon last night and logged on to blog about it. That's not surprising.
Why am I tired? Well, I was up playing Halo 3. My right index finger hurts like a bitch right now after 12 hours straight of pulling the trigger. And then when I had to adjust to the two hours of sleep I got, I was having trouble coping with the fact that this landlord guy was late. Being the "man of the house" I had to oversee the inspection since my dad was absent for it due to work. There's something even more funny to this: I didn't know it was the landlord when they came over. You see, these two guys came to fix the problems we were having with the dishwasher, but I didn't know one of them was the landlord. I thought they were both partnered repairmen. So apparently I just wasted even more time waiting for the landlord that already came for a few more hours until my dad came home. He informed me that the landlord was one of them and I was totally oblivious to the fact thereof. I'm glad I wasn't an asshole, but they did inquire why I looked so weird. I told them I was sick. My skin was turning gray. I'm okay now, though.
I hate my skin right now. It's fucking disgusting. I hate the summertime and all the joy it brings into my heart. The only time my skin can tolerate these weather conditions (desert temperatures) are during the winter. Now I just look like I'm about to slither off a snakeskin. Lotion fails. I need to live in a place with more humidity.
This chick is an awesome blogger. She writes like an informed college student, but she looks as if she either had some age progression due to early use of tobacco or she really is aging like wine. Well, she looks good, but she's old. That's why I'm trying to say. Actually, I don't know what I'm trying to say, lol.

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