2004-01-07 - 2:51 p.m.
tick tock tick tock.
the world just keeps on turning, and i'm learning that there are not enough hours in the day to do what i want or need to do.
i have hella good year end lists in my head but no time to commit them to paper, or in this case, screen. they're coming. more for myself at this point, you guys probably don't care anymore anyway...
got a flat(tish) this morning. had to go get two new tires. now i feel 100% safe and comfortable in my car. anyone wanna go offroading?
as a result of the flat, i will be here late again tonight. would be anyway. i'll be glad when it's friday, both because it's the weekend and because this hellish double issue will be done. frankly, i feel out-of-it today, not sick, but dizzy and like the world is a fishbowl around me. reading is becoming a chore (somewhat) but i am fighting that label tooth and nail. it's dorky to say, but i love to read and have a stack of magazines knee high that i haven't had a moment to tackle. either that, or my eyes are too tired. i don't want to go blind from reading like some jane austen character that would just be embarrassing and inconvenient.
operation cuter starts tonight. aka shopping for cuter attire. i hate all my clothes and am revamping the wardrobe. it's 2004 after all, and i need more suitors. 2004, the year suitors "bang down my door" (yes, it's a double entendre, i meant it that way).
