March 14, 2005

How To Have A Shitty Monday Without Leaving Your Apartment

~Wake up with a sore mouth and throat from sleeping with your mouth open because your nose is completely swollen shut.

~Get up and go online, too tired to be coherent and too congested and sore to care. Get in a few arguments. Call somebody a prick and iggy them.

~Have people come into the area downstairs at 6 am, turn on the TV and start using hammers and a circle saw.

~Have an argument with your friend about what you should do about this noise bullshit. Press the issue til she washes her hands of the whole matter. Slink away. You had it coming and you know it.

~Around 10.30, remember an appointment you had scheduled for 9 in another town, which you completely forgot about because you've spent the entire weekend in a Benadryl-and-fever-induced haze. You must call and reschedule.

~Decide to make popcorn. Using the air popper and melting butter is too much work, so find a packet of microwave popcorn whose purchase date has long faded into the past. Put it in the microwave and cook it until it sounds like it's done popping. Take it out, open it and discover that only about 1/3 of the kernels popped, and the rest are just swimming around in the butter-flavoured grease. Put it back in and listen to it pop for a minute, then give up and take it out. The popcorn will be brown and smoking. Put it in the trash can and watch smoke curl up through the gap in the lid.

~Decide you're going to try the other, slightly newer packet of a different brand of microwave popcorn. Put it in the microwave and cook it until you're sure it simply must be done. Take it out and discover that it is half popped and the popped part is brown and emitting smoke. Put it in the trash next to the other popcorn. Get out your air popper and make some popcorn, because goddammit, you're jolly well going to have some after all the effort you've gone to.

~Hope that the appointment you had scheduled for next Monday really WAS for next Monday and not this Monday.

Called in to work for tonight; with any luck, the rest of the day and evening will go a smidge better so I can actually rest enough to go in Tue. night. When you go to take a shower, and halfway through you start thinking how nice it would be to sit down and rest, you're not well yet.

Must sleep...

same bitch time, same bitch channel...

PS Comments still not working, am gearing up to move to WP which actually works. In the meantime, email.

Posted by Frida Peeple at March 14, 2005 11:34 AM
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