I've got a headcold or something, and it's messing me up. I got severely confused on the phone several times yesterday, sneezed about 12 times in a row at Radioshack (much to the alarm of the guy at the counter trying to assist me in my search for a phone charger), and proclaimed that "anything is funnier if you add 'Tim' at the end of it" (which Tim Himself--Timself?--didn't think was funny, it's like my brother explained it: you can't tickle yourself.)
This morning I woke up because I was dreaming that someone was giving me a raspberry (or "zerbert" as Drew sometimes calls them) and I couldn't make them stop; I woke up in Zombie Position (sitting up with my back rigid, with my arms straight out in front of me, hair standing on end). Since waking up, I have watched 1.5 episodes of ER, eaten half a lunch of old pizza (which needs to be thrown out because I wanted to vomit after eating it.. but also before eating it, so maybe it's just me), watched Goodfellas (long, violent, too much cursing), picked my brother up from school (where I saw Miss Kehr and Miss Dueker and Mr Wisdom, all of whom remembered me and said hello fondly), watched Stir of Echoes (short, stupid even for a horror movie), saw my dog fall off the foot of my bed and laughed hard until I fell into a coughing fit and then a sneezing fit, watched Stigmata (long, stupid, violent), ate dinner with Mom and Ty, and watched The Usual Suspects (very good, saw both possible endings coming, loved it except for stupid Stephen Baldwin). Now I have taken my Nyquil and I am planning on watching Pulp Fiction or About a Boy, depending on my mood.
And this is how I am spending my time, when I can summon enough energy to walk from my room to the bathroom. Here I am experimenting with Lush.com's Mask of Magnaminty. It smells good.
Notice the rings under my eyes. All this means is that my cold is FORCING ME TO RELAX. I am being FORCED to kick back and enjoy this break, instead of doing all my homework the first second I am home. Lovely.
