chaosmonkey

So, now my computer has blown up. I'm updating this from school in a secret underground bunker. Well, sort of secret. There's a big-ass window to my right. And I'm really in a hallway.

The point is, I'll be computerless till I-don't-know-when. This makes me sad. But it will keep me from typing, right? Save my wrist and all. Pfah.

There's nothing like returning from...
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So, the doc prescribed a steroid to help my nasal afflictions. He said it would also help my wrist, since it shuts down every inflammation in the body, so that should be cool. I still might get a splint in a week or so, though. Interseting story: He treated a woman who has been a legal secretary, typing 12 hours a day for 35 years,...
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I am completely fucking tired. Amelie and I were on the phone till five, I read comics till about six, and woke up at ten thirty. In the morning. And managed to not get a nap all day.

The things I do. Sheesh.

Going to the doctor tomorrow. Hope he knows what's wrong with my wrist and my respiriatory system. God, I feel like a...
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I'm up way too early on a Sunday morning. This is not right at all.

Guess where I went this weekend? Nowhere. My friends are either sick, or way out of town, or just don't bother to call me to do anything. I mean, just how often do I have something better to do? Maybe when my monthly shipment of comics comes, sure. Oh well....
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Okay. I got my hair cut.

Now I still need liquor and sleep, neither of which are happening at the moment.

Again, bah.

I went to my sister's today and saw her four-week-old pitbull puppies. Awwwww. Nine -- well, eight; one was sacked out under the bed or something -- of the cutest little things I've ever seen. She's keeping one, a little girl puppy with an all-white face she calls Asia (her mother is China, hah). After I sat Asia back down behind the little barricade my...
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Being smitten with someone far away, staying up all night on the phone and/or internet, and barely being able to sleep past noon are starting to take their tolls on me. I'm a sleepy monkey. Thing is, I'm not sure that I really want to change this behaviour. This is the best mood I've been in since... I can scarely remember when.

It's not like...
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I put some comics up for sale on eBay to fund my December trip to New York to meet Amelie. I'm selling comics. This is some serious shit, right here.

Nothing was done today. Up till about five on the phone, I woke up at the crack of noon, sat around, ate some food, then watched This Old House. I don't think they make anything...
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Things I've done today:

- exchanged e-mail with Amelie

- poked around the boards and dropped a few posts

- fought with my shitty internet connection

- talked to some dear friends over AIM while fighting my shitty internet connection

- laid in bed and read comics

- called my friends' house and left a rambling, trailing-off message because I fucking hate voice mail

-...
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I spent the better part of the afternoon checking out train fare to New York. Do you know how fucking complicated and difficult it is to find something on the exact days you want? Well, forget it, 'cause you won't get 'em. I'm going to have to start selling some things to pay for this trip. Luckily, the hotel and everything is taken care of....
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