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Mar. 24th, 2007 11:14 amLadies and Gentlemen and Denizens of Livejournal:
I live.
No, seriously. Not only do I live, but I live well. I do not feel like shit. I am no longer diseased. When I woke up this morning after eight hours of sleep (as I have gotten for the past two weeks) I didn't feel so exhausted I could cry.
Like a light in the darkness, good glory and hallelujah. It's an absolutely beautiful day outside. When I woke up, it was to sun and warmth. I stumbled out of the bedroom, to the living room, where I noticed that Tiff had gone and left the door open. I went to close the door when I noticed two things. One, I could hear she and Ryan talking in his apartment and two, there was the most delicious smell ever in the hallway.
Ryan had made homemade croissants. From scratch. Omg. *eats them ALL*
So, what have I been up to? I shall update in bullet form, because while I feel fine, I am still lazy beyond all reasoning of nature.
* Been looking for a job. I was informed that I'm getting kicked off my parent's insurance on May 31st. I need a job with benefits or a job that pays enough for me to secure insurance by then.
* In connection with said job, I'm looking at moving to Minneapolis. I am not opposed to moving other places, so long as those other places are a city. Wherever the job market leads me, I guess.
* News flash! Newspaper Adviser still an asshole. More at ten.
* Nah, I'm not gonna write any more about him. He's an asshole.
* I'm, uh, gonna go have coffee with him in a couple hours. Fuck.
* I bought a new home for my fishy! It's a much larger, pretty, glass bowl. He is v. happy.
Yeah, that's about it.
But now that I'm feeling better, you know what to expect. An enormous cate picspam of wellness. It will be happing, friends, oh yes.
Now, tell me good things in the comments. Porn, happy thoughts, pictures, whatever. I deserve good things, dammit. If you can't think of anything good, comment anyway and I will provide a happy thought for you.
With love,
El
I live.
No, seriously. Not only do I live, but I live well. I do not feel like shit. I am no longer diseased. When I woke up this morning after eight hours of sleep (as I have gotten for the past two weeks) I didn't feel so exhausted I could cry.
Like a light in the darkness, good glory and hallelujah. It's an absolutely beautiful day outside. When I woke up, it was to sun and warmth. I stumbled out of the bedroom, to the living room, where I noticed that Tiff had gone and left the door open. I went to close the door when I noticed two things. One, I could hear she and Ryan talking in his apartment and two, there was the most delicious smell ever in the hallway.
Ryan had made homemade croissants. From scratch. Omg. *eats them ALL*
So, what have I been up to? I shall update in bullet form, because while I feel fine, I am still lazy beyond all reasoning of nature.
* Been looking for a job. I was informed that I'm getting kicked off my parent's insurance on May 31st. I need a job with benefits or a job that pays enough for me to secure insurance by then.
* In connection with said job, I'm looking at moving to Minneapolis. I am not opposed to moving other places, so long as those other places are a city. Wherever the job market leads me, I guess.
* News flash! Newspaper Adviser still an asshole. More at ten.
* Nah, I'm not gonna write any more about him. He's an asshole.
* I'm, uh, gonna go have coffee with him in a couple hours. Fuck.
* I bought a new home for my fishy! It's a much larger, pretty, glass bowl. He is v. happy.
Yeah, that's about it.
But now that I'm feeling better, you know what to expect. An enormous cate picspam of wellness. It will be happing, friends, oh yes.
Now, tell me good things in the comments. Porn, happy thoughts, pictures, whatever. I deserve good things, dammit. If you can't think of anything good, comment anyway and I will provide a happy thought for you.
With love,
El
