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Jul. 3rd, 2004 10:25 amI think I'm going to live.
There was doubt for a bit there, what with the lovely array of symptoms, but I think I'm all better now. 48 hours puts it about right- which is good, because any longer and I'd have been really annoyed.
Of course, now that I'm no longer sick and needing to rest a ton, I'm having trouble sleeping. Woke up at 6AM this morning- this despite being up till almost midnight chatting with people- and could not get back to sleep. I suspect the heat is to blame. It's going to be 94 today, which isn't terrible for Fresno, but then there's the humidity. Which is predicted to be somewhere in the thirty percent range, I believe.
Shoot me now.
And of course I have to go out- I have library books due, and, even worse, we're nearly out of Pepsi. Which means, damnit, we have no choice but to hit a store that sells food on 4th of July weekend. If you guys never see me again, it's because I'm stuck in some eternal checkout line behind a bunch of guys buying truckloads of beer. And chips, I suppose. But mostly beer.
Oh yes, and fireworks. Because, you know, fireworks and beer? Always a good combo.
I heard my first firework early this morning; sounded like a firecracker set off in our just-finished-being-repaved parking lot. I suspect it will not be the last one I hear today.
Ah well. Nothing can beat last year, with the guy next door tossing firecrackers off his back balcony into the alley. Really annoying, but he was kind of a... large guy. So I said nothing. He moved out, though, so with any luck... Oh, who am I kidding? Someone will do something stupid around here, it's only a matter of time.
Have had it with AIM, by the way. It keeps freezing up on me and kicking me out of chatrooms, so that people keep having to re-invite me. Only to have to do it again five to ten minutes later, when it does it again. Have not updated AIM in ages, and suspect this may be partly to blame. But- Note to self: Download Trillin before you put your fist through the laptop in frustration.
Okay, off to mingle with the masses.
There was doubt for a bit there, what with the lovely array of symptoms, but I think I'm all better now. 48 hours puts it about right- which is good, because any longer and I'd have been really annoyed.
Of course, now that I'm no longer sick and needing to rest a ton, I'm having trouble sleeping. Woke up at 6AM this morning- this despite being up till almost midnight chatting with people- and could not get back to sleep. I suspect the heat is to blame. It's going to be 94 today, which isn't terrible for Fresno, but then there's the humidity. Which is predicted to be somewhere in the thirty percent range, I believe.
Shoot me now.
And of course I have to go out- I have library books due, and, even worse, we're nearly out of Pepsi. Which means, damnit, we have no choice but to hit a store that sells food on 4th of July weekend. If you guys never see me again, it's because I'm stuck in some eternal checkout line behind a bunch of guys buying truckloads of beer. And chips, I suppose. But mostly beer.
Oh yes, and fireworks. Because, you know, fireworks and beer? Always a good combo.
I heard my first firework early this morning; sounded like a firecracker set off in our just-finished-being-repaved parking lot. I suspect it will not be the last one I hear today.
Ah well. Nothing can beat last year, with the guy next door tossing firecrackers off his back balcony into the alley. Really annoying, but he was kind of a... large guy. So I said nothing. He moved out, though, so with any luck... Oh, who am I kidding? Someone will do something stupid around here, it's only a matter of time.
Have had it with AIM, by the way. It keeps freezing up on me and kicking me out of chatrooms, so that people keep having to re-invite me. Only to have to do it again five to ten minutes later, when it does it again. Have not updated AIM in ages, and suspect this may be partly to blame. But- Note to self: Download Trillin before you put your fist through the laptop in frustration.
Okay, off to mingle with the masses.
