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katallison(Man, what the hell is up with LJ? It's running almost as sluggish as my brain is tonight... )
So, it hit 90 here today, in mid-April. Hah! Which is actually not nearly as funny as the fact that we're forecast to have snow showers Thursday night. AH HAH HAH HAH!! God, Minnesota -- how could I ever think of leaving this place, eh?
The cold/flu thing is still menacing me, rather like the thuggish sidekick in those crappy movies who, when the evil mastermind flicks a gesture in his direction, starts slowly pulling off his gloves and approaching the tied-in-the-chair hero, ready to beat the crap out of him. (Or do they slowly pull *on* their gloves? God, my brain's like cement.) Anyway, the cold has not really started in pummelling me yet; so far all I've got is the all-over ache and the cement brain and the raw chest. This is actually an OK stage, because my voice drops down into the Tallulah Bankhead/Lauren Bacall register, and I can swan around the house emoting in deep throaty whiskey-and-cigarette tones, and feeling vaguely glamorous. The glamour will stop dead as soon as the phlegm onslaught begins, of course, which I peg for around Wednesday. Just in time for the snow showers.
For some reason, despite the 90-degree weather and the achey body and the cement brain, I decided that this would be the perfect evening to unplug everything connected to my desktop computer, haul it up onto the kitchen table, open it up, and extract the great wads of lint that accumulated in and around it over the course of the winter. As Well-Manicured Man might say, dear god. Or as my mother would say, what a revolting development. To my considerable amazement, I actually managed to get everything plugged back in correctly, despite complete absence of functioning brain.
I am also simmering a bunch of chicken breasts, so I'll have something to eat all week (though it abruptly occurs to me that I'll somehow have to clear some space in the refrigerator to cool them down soon. Oh, hell.) And playing Bursting Bubbles, which is certainly the most soothingly mindless of all the Shockwave games. And feeling the languid summery air waft in through the windows.
Snow showers. HAhahahahahaha.
(Oh my god, and I haven't done my taxes yet. FUCK.)
So, it hit 90 here today, in mid-April. Hah! Which is actually not nearly as funny as the fact that we're forecast to have snow showers Thursday night. AH HAH HAH HAH!! God, Minnesota -- how could I ever think of leaving this place, eh?
The cold/flu thing is still menacing me, rather like the thuggish sidekick in those crappy movies who, when the evil mastermind flicks a gesture in his direction, starts slowly pulling off his gloves and approaching the tied-in-the-chair hero, ready to beat the crap out of him. (Or do they slowly pull *on* their gloves? God, my brain's like cement.) Anyway, the cold has not really started in pummelling me yet; so far all I've got is the all-over ache and the cement brain and the raw chest. This is actually an OK stage, because my voice drops down into the Tallulah Bankhead/Lauren Bacall register, and I can swan around the house emoting in deep throaty whiskey-and-cigarette tones, and feeling vaguely glamorous. The glamour will stop dead as soon as the phlegm onslaught begins, of course, which I peg for around Wednesday. Just in time for the snow showers.
For some reason, despite the 90-degree weather and the achey body and the cement brain, I decided that this would be the perfect evening to unplug everything connected to my desktop computer, haul it up onto the kitchen table, open it up, and extract the great wads of lint that accumulated in and around it over the course of the winter. As Well-Manicured Man might say, dear god. Or as my mother would say, what a revolting development. To my considerable amazement, I actually managed to get everything plugged back in correctly, despite complete absence of functioning brain.
I am also simmering a bunch of chicken breasts, so I'll have something to eat all week (though it abruptly occurs to me that I'll somehow have to clear some space in the refrigerator to cool them down soon. Oh, hell.) And playing Bursting Bubbles, which is certainly the most soothingly mindless of all the Shockwave games. And feeling the languid summery air waft in through the windows.
Snow showers. HAhahahahahaha.
(Oh my god, and I haven't done my taxes yet. FUCK.)
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Date: 2003-04-14 08:22 pm (UTC)Oops! That was me last year. And the main Minneapolis post office was so much fun at 11:30pm.