"Someone You Know, Or Just a Stranger?"
Sep. 13th, 2004 10:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psalm_onethirtyoneI feel ill. And tired. I want to go to bed and get up around four and then read for a while before coming downstairs in a fuzzy flannel nightdress and eating toast, and then I want to change into something comfortable and boring, instead of decent work clothes, and play Scrabble with Waen and watch old films.
I do not want to finish Chapter Two of Grote's Comprehensive Guide to Wheelock's Latin; finish my report of Iceland; do algebra that for some reason I am getting all wrong; or go off to work in an hour and spend five hours standing up trying to deal with Mary and Alberta fighting; and no one ever understanding what I'm trying to say; and Michelle hating me because I work with Linda; and Rebecca, who can be far too chipper for her own good.
Also, I think I'm going to have a sore throat. I want to go back to bed, for the love of God! *cries*
On the plus side, I finally got Vivachi burned. But I have no CD cases.
I do not want to finish Chapter Two of Grote's Comprehensive Guide to Wheelock's Latin; finish my report of Iceland; do algebra that for some reason I am getting all wrong; or go off to work in an hour and spend five hours standing up trying to deal with Mary and Alberta fighting; and no one ever understanding what I'm trying to say; and Michelle hating me because I work with Linda; and Rebecca, who can be far too chipper for her own good.
Also, I think I'm going to have a sore throat. I want to go back to bed, for the love of God! *cries*
On the plus side, I finally got Vivachi burned. But I have no CD cases.
