May 11th, 2004
Nowhere to go, and nothing to do when I get there.
This was the itinerary of my last four days:
FRIDAY: With no desire to see "Van Helsing", work until 11:30PM.
SATURDAY: Sit around the house. Buy comics. Back to sitting around the house. Dinner with the parents, in advance of Mother's Day. After dinner, return home. Read, watch some TV, fuck around online. Don't go anyplace.
SUNDAY: Read newspaper. Run to pharmacy, pick up prescription. Go to Home Depot with father, contemplate various words that end with the suffix "-cide". Return home. Read more, more TV, more onlineness. Again, don't go anyplace.
MONDAY: Work until 6. Return home. Read newest Entertainment Weekly cover to cover. Read another 120 pages in current novel. Sign online. Complain.
There you go. All the fun of being grounded with out the bonus of having done something naughty first.
Bah. This is the worth of my complaint:
We love you.
By the way, what THE HELL is that picture of?
In all honesty, I'm not 1000% sure exactly what is in the jar, but I don't think I'm too far off when I guess that it's some kind of biological product, most likely of human origin.
|Date:||May 11th, 2004 05:03 pm (UTC)|| |
|Date:||May 12th, 2004 07:53 am (UTC)|| |
come on down!
You should move to Champaign - there's always something fun to do here (and there are some *very* cool people to hang out with, I might add...) P.S. I hope Tuesday was a little better!