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Matt Baya says: you should write lots in your LJ, you're obviously in a creative mood

So, OK, OK, OK Mr. Baya. What should I say? I've been responding to the emails in my inbox, which is probably a bad idea, because I don't feel especially coherent this evening.

I'm living on ginger ale. Any local folks who want to drop by and bring me more ginger ale are more than invited to. Why is that Subway man screaming? Jacob stole all the blankets on the couch so I'm not lying down anymore. My head feels like a melon. I think in one of my emails I called it a "pus-filled melon." That's not a good thing. I think I have one of those turbo painkillers left from when I threw my back out at reunion at Antioch over the summer - I'm hoping it will ease my pain and quiet my irrational thoughts enough for me to sleep tonight. It's days like these I wish I kept actual food in the house. I eat at Quiet Storm too much, but you know what - I don't know how to cook and they have yummy vegetarian food. Tomorrow I'll take a bath. Hopefully. Try to do my hair without getting water in my ears. Try ... try ... yea, I gotta try ... Just a little bit harder ... never did finish reading that Janis Joplin book. It was dull as crackers. Ach, what a boring book. See anarqueso - now you've got me saying "ach!".

My doctor is folksy. I like that. He giggles like khaosinc. I like that too. I never really noticed the similarity in their giggles until this morning. Something about big, burly men who giggle like little girls. Something wonderful, indeed. I think I called khaosinc this morning, and left him a mostly incoherent message. I think I talked about pancakes (or, at least, pancakes more so than anything else ...).

So I feel less like I've got an ice pick shoved in my ear. Well, OK, I've still got that ice pick thing going on, but it's more like someone shoved an ice pick in there recently, as opposed to someone is stabbing me with an ice pick right now.

I'm sure I'll update this thing as the night goes on.

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hopita
Dec. 9th, 2003 07:31 pm (UTC)
Is hippie co-op ginger ale the same as regular mass marketed ginger ale? Is it better? Someone gave me an organic ginger beer once, but it was way too spicy for a girl who was sick.
(Anonymous)
Dec. 9th, 2003 07:12 pm (UTC)
Ginger Ale delirium
Well I was just recommending you post here instead of what you said you were doing, replying to e-mails and IM-ing me weird things like "hello ginger ale man ... whoop dee do" and "half asleep half awake ... don't know how I will do a week of this without losing my mind ... "

So posting in your LJ seemed like a good idea cause, well, you can delete/edit this later, e-mails are kind of permanent. and you seemed to be rambling about stuff, might as well put it all in one place. Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Tell us a story Hope :)
hopita
Dec. 9th, 2003 07:48 pm (UTC)
Re: Ginger Ale delirium
A story?

When I was a little girl, about 2 years old, my parents and I moved out of the apartment and into the house. The people next door, the Reidbords, had pets; two cats and a dog. The cats were named Molly and Polly, and I was in love with Molly (who my parents and I called "Molly Sue," for no explainable reason). Well, that was it for me, I had to have a kitty cat of my own. So I started asking my mother ... and asking my mother, and asking my mother again. Finally, to shut me up, she promised me: I could have a kitty cat when I was nine years old. She figured that surely I would forget her promise over the next six years. I did not. In fact, quite the opposite: I must've reminded her about it daily. So the summer before I turned nine, my Dad saw a kitten in a pet store, and that night we all schlepped out there and picked up Friskie.
(Anonymous)
Dec. 9th, 2003 07:59 pm (UTC)
Re: I rember Friskie
Friskie was a cool cat. Used to hang out with us when we listened to music.
hopita
Dec. 9th, 2003 08:04 pm (UTC)
Friskie
Friskie was a cool cat. He developed diabetes when he was about 7 years old. The vet said he'd only live another year or two, but he lived to the ripe old age of 14. He was a good man.
ratphooey
Dec. 9th, 2003 09:42 pm (UTC)
Re: Friskie
Ah, Friskie.
qthebrave
Dec. 9th, 2003 09:35 pm (UTC)
ice picks? good god! feel better. :)
khaosinc
Dec. 9th, 2003 11:48 pm (UTC)
Bizarre days are good for the soul... or something
hopita
Dec. 10th, 2003 07:06 pm (UTC)
So are men who giggle.
sillylilboi
Dec. 10th, 2003 11:21 am (UTC)
damn, ive never seen so many comments... I thought I would add to the confusion :)
hopita
Dec. 10th, 2003 05:02 pm (UTC)
Please ... feel free to join in at random.
sillylilboi
Dec. 10th, 2003 05:50 pm (UTC)
sure... you know me.... mr random ;)
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