。。。痛い〜〜よ。。。
Feb. 24th, 2005 06:02 pmSo I was looking through some jewelry I'd put away a while ago, looking for some hoops, or at least a matched set of four, and I found my old step-counter. And I thought, why not? And put it on.
Later on, I was reassured that I could, in fact, apply to the Borg a second time for the same hall, despite being in the middle of going after AKP. And I got a copy of the app, and filled all of it out except for the essay. And then I made lists of things to put in the essay. And I was impressed.
Last year, all I had was a persuasive style and a whole bunch of "please". This year, I'm practically able to tell them they need me. And that felt good.
But then I went to dinner. And got ridiculously full on ice cream and crunched my way through the usual huge amounts of chocolate chips that I indulge myself in on occasion or whenever I can, depending on how you look at it. And I had a nice discussion about things and comfortably put off working on my paper, which looks like it's going to be highly paraphrased (although I'll go back to the library tomorrow with my computer and pore over stuff until my head hurts.
And I got a banana, and came back, turned on my music, and sat down to write.
And my headache suddenly reminded me that yes, it was here, and no, it wasn't going away, and it really wasn't happy with me for ignoring it since about 9am this morning.
So now I'm going to eat my banana and lie down for a bit, and hope that I don't have any homework due tomorrow. And even if I do, it's not like it's going to be much, right? *hopehope*
And I don't really know why I wrote this, but I did, so now it's going to get posted and stare at you all.
Later on, I was reassured that I could, in fact, apply to the Borg a second time for the same hall, despite being in the middle of going after AKP. And I got a copy of the app, and filled all of it out except for the essay. And then I made lists of things to put in the essay. And I was impressed.
Last year, all I had was a persuasive style and a whole bunch of "please". This year, I'm practically able to tell them they need me. And that felt good.
But then I went to dinner. And got ridiculously full on ice cream and crunched my way through the usual huge amounts of chocolate chips that I indulge myself in on occasion or whenever I can, depending on how you look at it. And I had a nice discussion about things and comfortably put off working on my paper, which looks like it's going to be highly paraphrased (although I'll go back to the library tomorrow with my computer and pore over stuff until my head hurts.
And I got a banana, and came back, turned on my music, and sat down to write.
And my headache suddenly reminded me that yes, it was here, and no, it wasn't going away, and it really wasn't happy with me for ignoring it since about 9am this morning.
So now I'm going to eat my banana and lie down for a bit, and hope that I don't have any homework due tomorrow. And even if I do, it's not like it's going to be much, right? *hopehope*
And I don't really know why I wrote this, but I did, so now it's going to get posted and stare at you all.