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1 June 2005 09:02 amThis morning --
phone: *RINGS*
me: WhAAAAaA?!!1?
me: *flails*
me: *knocks pillows into bedside table, toppling huge pile of books there on*
phone: *RINGS*
houseguest: *answers*
houseguest: *speaks Spanish*
me: ....???
me: *has a minor panic attack, beliving I have lost the ability to understand English*
me: *realises it's Spanish*
me: *feels much better*
This was a particularly unpleasant way to be woken up. I did not enjoy it. I am still recovering from the general trauma of it all. I need more coffee to ease me through this, my time of need.
phone: *RINGS*
me: WhAAAAaA?!!1?
me: *flails*
me: *knocks pillows into bedside table, toppling huge pile of books there on*
phone: *RINGS*
houseguest: *answers*
houseguest: *speaks Spanish*
me: ....???
me: *has a minor panic attack, beliving I have lost the ability to understand English*
me: *realises it's Spanish*
me: *feels much better*
This was a particularly unpleasant way to be woken up. I did not enjoy it. I am still recovering from the general trauma of it all. I need more coffee to ease me through this, my time of need.
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25 May 2005 08:48 amI have hiccups.
mr_tim is in my bad books. I am excessively pissed off at my building manager for something which began with them bursting in on me while I was naked in the bath, progressed through to them leaving nasty phone messages and making my parents think that I had fainted and drowned in the bathtub a week later, took a brief side trip through them ambushing me in the lobby when I was in a hurry to leave the damn apartment and being really abrasive and condescending, and culminated yesterday with them YET AGAIN failing to come when they said they would to check the water in my bathroom, a failure which will no doubt result in a repeat of the cycle from the nasty phone messages on.
On the other hand, I do have coffee.
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On the other hand, I do have coffee.
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22 May 2005 10:01 amThe phone rang at 6:40 this morning. I flailed from within my tangle of blankets to answer it.
mcee was on the other end.
"I'm in the lobby! I have coffee! Can I come up?"
Of course, I buzzed her in. I could never turn away someone bearing coffee.1 I stumbled out of bed to the front door and, when I had my hand on the lock, it occurred to me that I may have dreamed the entire conversation. It has, in fact, happened before. I fairly frequently dream that someone has brought me coffee in bed, only to wake up and find myself both someone- and coffee-less. So very disappointing.
As it turns out, the call did actually happen, there was, indeed, coffee, and now
mcee is fast asleep on my couch. I am tidying around her. When I get through tidying and laundry and the other assorted Sunday morning things, we're going to go have lunch.
Mmm, coffee.
1 dear serial killers -- plz forget the previous statement -- love,
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"I'm in the lobby! I have coffee! Can I come up?"
Of course, I buzzed her in. I could never turn away someone bearing coffee.1 I stumbled out of bed to the front door and, when I had my hand on the lock, it occurred to me that I may have dreamed the entire conversation. It has, in fact, happened before. I fairly frequently dream that someone has brought me coffee in bed, only to wake up and find myself both someone- and coffee-less. So very disappointing.
As it turns out, the call did actually happen, there was, indeed, coffee, and now
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Mmm, coffee.
1 dear serial killers -- plz forget the previous statement -- love,
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17 April 2005 11:57 pmMy daddy emailed me from Africa. His email is one line long and has no capitalization or punctuation. This is because my father cannot type and thinks that computers are very clearly satanic devil tools (also, he doesn't really know how to work them). This is, I think, the first email I have ever received from my father.
::HEART::
And it is time for bed. I will deal with the unexpected explosion in complexity of the second to last section tomorrow. After sleep. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.
::HEART::
And it is time for bed. I will deal with the unexpected explosion in complexity of the second to last section tomorrow. After sleep. And coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.