she takes a bow

apparently my assessment of my condition yesterday was a little melodramatic - nothing (even remotely) close to mono for this chica. in fact, today i feel quite wonderful. and not even 24 hours ago i was convinced i was dying. perhaps i'm crazy.

i've got michael buble radio on. yes, i do realize that makes me about 60 years old, but if you didn't know i was an old woman in a girl's body already it's time you found out . . . i crochet, for crying out loud.

let me just say that i will be forever grateful to whomever invented washers and dryers - i don't use them here because they're expensive, so i hand wash everything. which is not unpleasant, necessarily, it just takes a long time and makes your hands a bit raw. that's what i've been doing all day - listening to the soundtrack of hairspray and washing clothes in my sink. i can practically hear my drying rack complaining for the piles of clothes i've heaped onto it. but. i will have a full wardrobe again! i've been living off half of one for . . . a month, at least, because i'm lazy.


i think i might go see paris, je t'aime tonight - it's showing at the cinema on campus. i haven't been to a movie by myself in quite a long time. i actually can't think of a time i've been by myself; i usually either take tim or mom when i'm at home, and i just don't go to movies at school. it's time i start, i think.

wait. michael buble singing "can't buy me love"? mmph. no. now i'm in the mood for some beatles.

that's better.

and anytime you feel the pain, hey, jude, refrain
don't carry the world upon your shoulders
well don't you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
by making his world a little colder

i'm going to london tomorrow to spend the weekend with the fam, which i'm anticipating enough to make me quite tunnel-visioned about it. any other thoughts are (comparatively small) blips on the radar, right now, so i'm going to leave you to your own devices : ).

cheers.