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Nov. 1st, 2004 01:45 pmSo not only am I at work not wanting to be here, but I also have a huge stomach ache. This could be the result of taking the pill I need in the morning without food (generally, it takes me out to the point of not being able to function when I do this) or from eating too many Snickers bars. I am going to blame it on the medicine mainly because I sure as hell am not going to let up off the Snickers bars until the waistband gives.
Halloween was spent watching a Dario film which made up for the fact that there was a huge lack of programming this year. True, some stations did their haunted programming, but come on! They were repeats! I want new stories of ghosts and haunted houses. I also want my money back from Saturday's viewing of Saw. The sad part is, I didn't pay for the film, but I still want money back. I must be owed something.
Hmm. Actually, the stomach ache may come from the shitload of free bubble gum that I scored while at the theater. Let's just say that if I'm not taking a pill or eating a Snickers, I'm chewing on bubble gum. I wonder if I should let the dentist know that he can go ahead and plan on getting the new car based on the sugar intake. After all, a friend of mine did ask this morning if he should just get a bag of sugar for me to snack on the next time I was over at his place.
Which reminds me: my big plans for the night? Watching Suicide Club with Snickers, gum and a bag of sugar in case I run out of the candy.
Halloween was spent watching a Dario film which made up for the fact that there was a huge lack of programming this year. True, some stations did their haunted programming, but come on! They were repeats! I want new stories of ghosts and haunted houses. I also want my money back from Saturday's viewing of Saw. The sad part is, I didn't pay for the film, but I still want money back. I must be owed something.
Hmm. Actually, the stomach ache may come from the shitload of free bubble gum that I scored while at the theater. Let's just say that if I'm not taking a pill or eating a Snickers, I'm chewing on bubble gum. I wonder if I should let the dentist know that he can go ahead and plan on getting the new car based on the sugar intake. After all, a friend of mine did ask this morning if he should just get a bag of sugar for me to snack on the next time I was over at his place.
Which reminds me: my big plans for the night? Watching Suicide Club with Snickers, gum and a bag of sugar in case I run out of the candy.