Hello dear world of possibly only other sick people because those are the only people in their right minds that would be up at 4am,

Collapsing chests suck. And freezing fevers… those suck too.

I wish I saw this sign more often.

A quick lesson:

A lesson in lame-ass upholstery:

I have the most uncomfortable computer chair in all of pained-ass from bad-computer-chair history. It originally had a little black cover on the seat cushion (cushion in this instance = particle board covered with cloth). Then awhile ago I covered it in some gray and black animal print.




And apparently, at that time, went through a phase of unhealthy attachment to my dad’s staple gun.







After all the staples were out I grabbed half a bag of stuffing and mashed it all onto the seat.




Then the fuzzy blue material got wrapped around it all and I had a chance to STAPLE MORE!



The finished product. Squishy.



My ass is happy just thinking about it.

No eyebrows to been seen here, folks!

My mother used to be a pretty famous ballroom dancer. We’ve got all kinds of big boxes of awards and trophies in the attic. Today I use one of those trophies in the bathroom to hold my toothbrush. But, she doesn’t compete anymore. She still dances like crazy—mostly in our kitchen while steeping over our three dogs-- but she doesn’t compete. So, lately she’s been working on getting rid of her old dresses.

And that’s where I come in…

Ladies and Gentlemen, meet, your model.

Your headless model.



Mum’s afraid that if someone is able to see my head they’ll somehow be able to track me down (by how you may ask, well don’t) and… I don’t’ know… kill me? Steal the dress she’s selling on E-bay? Not sure. But I did discover that it’s apparently taboo in her mind to take a picture of me and put it up online where someone can see my face. Because the close-up boob shoots apparently don’t bother her maternal mind, but good lord, if someone saw my eyebrows!

P.s. For a tax update: the IRS sucks and I'm about two steps away from beating myself senseless with a big roll of 1040 forms.

Dinner tonight: A bucket of shrimp and handful of Tylenol.

Life is still yuck and despair-y and my brain feels like it’s collapsing in on itself, but things are looking up. My manager just gave me his credit card and told me to buy whatever digital camera I want. Yay. Though, to be honest, it’s not for me, it’s for the “hotel”… which is pretty much like it’s just for me! It’s for me to buy with someone else’s money and for me to use… you know… at work.

So, a question to my two and a half readers:

What camera is a good buy at around 200 (or less) dollars?

I’m a canon fan and have my eye on something like this,

http://consumer.usa.canon.com/ir/controller?act=ModelDetailAct&fcategoryid=145&modelid=12908

If the camera gods were smiling on me tonight they’d hook me up with a camera with a wide angled lens so I could take pictures of the insides of our guest rooms, breakfast, and meeting room areas but I don’t know how common at all that is on a digital.

Suggestions, past experiences and random comments very welcome. I have till Saturday morning to buy.

I’m frustrated and teary.

Yesterday started out to be such a beautiful wonderful productive day. I had my taxes done and sent in all early, financial aid paper work was done, scholarship application info was finished, school projects completed and turned in, I got an A on my report, weather was warm. I was having a good hair day, got out of class early to have lunch with beau, got to look all happy and sunny in front of a gloomy person I really don’t like, and my little ivy plant started sprouting roots. Happy days.

Then there was the staying out late with the arguing and sniffles, then the little sleep, the tummy ache, neck ache, finding out that the A got on my report is worth hardly anything in respect to all F’s I’ve gotten on my lab reports and homework from skipped classes, the federal taxes that I did wrong and have to do again, the financial aid and state taxes that got screwed up because of said wrong doing and also need to be fucking done again, though I don’t know how. Then there’s next quarter that I don’t know how to pay for because I don’t have tax return income, the strep throat I might be having, the long day at work I have in an hour and the overall urge to stay at home for the next week or two locked in my room sleeping, crying, and writing to-do lists of things I’ll never get done.

To summarize-- basically everything that seemed great about the other day turned out to make trouble today.

Gawd, I’m in such a shifty bad beat-up pissed-off mood.

My two most favorite guys-- bro and boy.


Aren’t they just adorable?

Also, my taxes are officially.... almost done, school financial aid is about done, and I just have a few pages of a paper that's due tomorrow left to write. This is actually further ahead than I ever am.