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Dec. 19th, 2002 11:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bzarcherTook awhile to get asleep, but I did...
For reasons I cannot explain, I had one of the fiercest hardons of my life at around 4am, so much so that it actually woke me up. Maybe my subconcious decided to compensate for my day? Very wierd.
Even though I resolved to not killing myself, the new shower-mat nearly did it for me. It's this thing that I guess is supposed to secure to the floor of the shower and make it slip free, but if it decides to unsecure itself (which it did while I was shampooing), you go for a ride unless you're fast enough to stop it, yourself, or some combination. Thankfully, despite my dad's insistances of my klutziness, I was able to stop myself from slipping and remove the mat without incident.
Though, the more I look at myself, I wonder if many of the people my dad calls klutz can routinely spar a 3rd degree blackbelt to a draw?
Klutz. HAH. Not that he'd believe it even if he saw it, I suspect. Dad seems to have a very selective memory about my accomplishments.
Got some medical stuff for my sister, and then grandma called and I helped her find a florist to make and deliver a 'happy birthday' basket to Alison sometime this afternoon. (I also have to go out and get her present from me, but I'm gonna do that in a bit.) Must now call mom to see if Alison still needs an orthodonist appointment.
Past that...meh.
At the moment I'm not so much depressed as drained out and vaugely apathetic. Which is funny, because the past few days I've had energy and to spare.
Hrm. The current food in the house is some chocolate that I'm leaving for Alison, eggs (I hate eggs by themselves), buiscuits, cubed ham, sliced ham, and some cheeses.
Hrm. If I eat something, I guess I could fry some of the ham, serve it over the buiscuits, and smother cheeses on them...but food doesn't seem that appealing, either.
Who needs solid food, anyhow? My parents will surely tell me about how they're doing so well without it when they get back.
For reasons I cannot explain, I had one of the fiercest hardons of my life at around 4am, so much so that it actually woke me up. Maybe my subconcious decided to compensate for my day? Very wierd.
Even though I resolved to not killing myself, the new shower-mat nearly did it for me. It's this thing that I guess is supposed to secure to the floor of the shower and make it slip free, but if it decides to unsecure itself (which it did while I was shampooing), you go for a ride unless you're fast enough to stop it, yourself, or some combination. Thankfully, despite my dad's insistances of my klutziness, I was able to stop myself from slipping and remove the mat without incident.
Though, the more I look at myself, I wonder if many of the people my dad calls klutz can routinely spar a 3rd degree blackbelt to a draw?
Klutz. HAH. Not that he'd believe it even if he saw it, I suspect. Dad seems to have a very selective memory about my accomplishments.
Got some medical stuff for my sister, and then grandma called and I helped her find a florist to make and deliver a 'happy birthday' basket to Alison sometime this afternoon. (I also have to go out and get her present from me, but I'm gonna do that in a bit.) Must now call mom to see if Alison still needs an orthodonist appointment.
Past that...meh.
At the moment I'm not so much depressed as drained out and vaugely apathetic. Which is funny, because the past few days I've had energy and to spare.
Hrm. The current food in the house is some chocolate that I'm leaving for Alison, eggs (I hate eggs by themselves), buiscuits, cubed ham, sliced ham, and some cheeses.
Hrm. If I eat something, I guess I could fry some of the ham, serve it over the buiscuits, and smother cheeses on them...but food doesn't seem that appealing, either.
Who needs solid food, anyhow? My parents will surely tell me about how they're doing so well without it when they get back.
