three things I just remembered…
Let me just spurt them out so I won't forget them, then I'll explain each:
pimple
william safire
weird dream
Okay, the pimple is inside my right nostril and way up there, past my nosering. It hurts. A lot. I don't know if I can even attempt to pop it. And with what? Shoving a needle up my nose just doesn't seem like a good idea. If you're about to make some crack about how I didn't seem to have a problem shoving a needle up my nose to pierce then you can just go sit somewhere else.
William Safire declared in his column yesterday that the manner in which the words “severe” and “acute” are used in the acronym SARS is not redundant. I know you were all getting really worried about that.
The dream that I had last night was definitely one of the more bizarre ones of my life. First off, I drove to Vegas by myself just to hang out for awhile. Me? Driving? Vegas? By myself? Completely bizarre. Then when I got there I busted into a hotel room to fine my ex-boyfriend's current girlfriend having an affair with a very dirty Pete Finelli. The ex-boyfriend showed up, I revealed all, they got into a huge argument, I left them to battle it out. I have no idea what that means.
gotta mop.
