4:32pm - still in
pajamas. I'm not saying that I
blame e2 in any sort of
direct fashion for the fact that I haven't
cooked a
meal or had a decent night's sleep in
ages, and the fact that my brain is so
wonked I almost noded this on
January 2, 2000.
My
roommate checked the mail and
what do we have here? My 2000
tax package, lovingly sent from
Ottawa.
Alarm sets in quicker than a
hot knife through
butter in
August and I am currently taking this as an
omen to
get the fuck out of my house before the
sun sets or before
they come after me,
whichever comes first.
10:32pm - got out of pajamas, watched the
x-men movie and am currently pleased that one of my roommates also thinks that there's something very, very
attractive about
Hugh Jackman as
Wolverine, kind of in that "
this guy should not be in any way appealing" sort of way. For my
sins, I am being
punished, it would appear, with the
flu.