Neanderpundit

like coming home and doing the bills.

Yeah, back to work in ten minutes. I cannot WAIT.

gaah.

is a lot more beautiful than where I live- but there’s never been a Region tourist trade. sad to leave. sometimes, I thnk if we had big resources, I’d get a nice cottage, spend summers here. as is maybe wanting is better than having anyway.

in that my body quits before I get enough alcohol in me to cause a serious hangover. its that moment trying to drift off to sleep that is trying.

last night as I lay in bed, hanging on to the doorframe lest I be flung off the earth and into space, I tried desperately not to think of the ingredients to a dip i’d made earlier in the evening. it wasn’t working well. every time I thought of an ingredient it made me retch. Onions. gag. Hamburger. whought(hic). cheese. I had to stop or I was going to have to sleep with my head in a bucket. Air. that’s it. i’ll think of air. nice, cool, air. mostly nitrogen, air is. ick. DAMMIT, AIR HAS INGREDIENTS TOO!. ick. finally I slept, not a moment too soon.