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I need to be careful. I think I'm beginning to get a little to close to a friend in a way I really shouldn't. Love + Jenn = Tragedy, so I need to distance myself a little. Frankly, I just don't want that lovin' feeling anymore. It always ends up bad in the long run. I need to be alone. If just to make sure I have enough concentration to keep on my feet.
I miss Deener. A lot. Gotta keep reminding myself how it ended....
The Day In General:
Another late night talking with the talented and charming Alison, this time via the more cost effective and impersonal ICQ thingy. Didn't get to bed until 7AM this time around, but, hey, it's not like I've got anything to be up early for.
On waking up, I attempted to clean the house YET AGAIN. There's a rather unsavory smell coming from the kitchen. MY recent bouts with depression have made it hard for me to do anything else but destroy monsters all day in Doom and whack scientists on the head with crowbars in Half-Life. The place is a pig sty. But the Living room is nice. It's gonna take time, but I'll get the whole house clean if it kills me. And considering the smell from the kitchen, it might.
Erin read my migraine post, and came to the same conclusion I did - I might be on the verge of developing Type II Diabetes. However, she's works for an insurance company, and I 'm an unemployed computer tech, artist, linguist, ballerina, singing astronaut. We only play doctors on TV. She wanted us to get together today and possibly do a finger stick to count my sugar level, but my answering machine, or phone line, hung up on her. I'm wondering if the temp agency DID hang up on me, or the phone decided to do it. If that's the case, heaven nor hell will be ablt to contain the amount of pure evil I will unleash upon the phone service.
Any ways, a power outage torpedoed their movie outing, and we went for ice cream (none for me thanks...considering all I've had to eat other than hot wings was Frosted Flakes and creamy milk based pastas, I was really off of sweets. If they made a A1 flavored ice cream, or pork, maybe.)
Everyone went home except for Andy, who ran over to my place to scavenge some Babylon 5 episodes. He also left a vial of "Reagent Strips for Urinalysis" so I could check my sugar/keytonic levels. I gotta remember to get them back tomorrow under pain of death. The results showed "neg." under keytones and glucose. This is a good thing. But I wonder what the results would have been during the migraine.
I made some hamburger helper without the hamburger and proceeded to blast away demons on Doom II under the impression that whatever is in the kitchen hasn't gained sentience yet, and prolly won't tomorrow. But tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to the biohazard I'm about to unleash upon the sewers of Austin. I wish I could unleash it upon the sewers of Dell, but that would be bad thinking.
Tomorrow, I'm invited to the Tangent Household for a chicken dinner. While I'd like for it to be an all day thing, I need to clean the kitchen. After, though, I'm all set to go.
I don't care what anyone says, Shampoo and Nabiki's Japanese voice actors are sexy.
I miss Deener. A lot. Gotta keep reminding myself how it ended....
The Day In General:
Another late night talking with the talented and charming Alison, this time via the more cost effective and impersonal ICQ thingy. Didn't get to bed until 7AM this time around, but, hey, it's not like I've got anything to be up early for.
On waking up, I attempted to clean the house YET AGAIN. There's a rather unsavory smell coming from the kitchen. MY recent bouts with depression have made it hard for me to do anything else but destroy monsters all day in Doom and whack scientists on the head with crowbars in Half-Life. The place is a pig sty. But the Living room is nice. It's gonna take time, but I'll get the whole house clean if it kills me. And considering the smell from the kitchen, it might.
Erin read my migraine post, and came to the same conclusion I did - I might be on the verge of developing Type II Diabetes. However, she's works for an insurance company, and I 'm an unemployed computer tech, artist, linguist, ballerina, singing astronaut. We only play doctors on TV. She wanted us to get together today and possibly do a finger stick to count my sugar level, but my answering machine, or phone line, hung up on her. I'm wondering if the temp agency DID hang up on me, or the phone decided to do it. If that's the case, heaven nor hell will be ablt to contain the amount of pure evil I will unleash upon the phone service.
Any ways, a power outage torpedoed their movie outing, and we went for ice cream (none for me thanks...considering all I've had to eat other than hot wings was Frosted Flakes and creamy milk based pastas, I was really off of sweets. If they made a A1 flavored ice cream, or pork, maybe.)
Everyone went home except for Andy, who ran over to my place to scavenge some Babylon 5 episodes. He also left a vial of "Reagent Strips for Urinalysis" so I could check my sugar/keytonic levels. I gotta remember to get them back tomorrow under pain of death. The results showed "neg." under keytones and glucose. This is a good thing. But I wonder what the results would have been during the migraine.
I made some hamburger helper without the hamburger and proceeded to blast away demons on Doom II under the impression that whatever is in the kitchen hasn't gained sentience yet, and prolly won't tomorrow. But tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to the biohazard I'm about to unleash upon the sewers of Austin. I wish I could unleash it upon the sewers of Dell, but that would be bad thinking.
Tomorrow, I'm invited to the Tangent Household for a chicken dinner. While I'd like for it to be an all day thing, I need to clean the kitchen. After, though, I'm all set to go.
I don't care what anyone says, Shampoo and Nabiki's Japanese voice actors are sexy.
