So, um.Yeah, I'm putting in an entry. Again. Whee.
I'm convinced that the man next door wants me to feel as though I have a nail ramming itself up my nose. Nice imagery, no? Well, you're reading the words of an allergy sufferer. It's not so bad but every now and then my sinuses start to die and it always happens on those days I don't have any tylenol left.
I think that tonight is the last time I'll see a lot of my school friends. Sara's throwing a grad party and I think that her's is the only one worth going to. I might hit up Blake's next weekend...if it doesn't coincide with a 4th of July shindig going on over at Craig and Kelly's (my dad's friends).
Yay. And now I just got nervous. Why does that happen?
Up until two days ago, I hadn't had a *good* cup of Lipton tea in three weeks. I'm serious. I have neither had the time nor the desire to make myself a cup. I think it's the reason why I appear to be suffering from memory loss. Instead, I'll make myself a Shirley Temple and relax on the couch. But it's not the same. It's not even the heat that's causing this. Anyone on the east coast remember last summer's late August heat wave? Well, one week, I went through 24 cups in three days. Now, I'm lucky if I can go two a week. I think I have to do something about that. It's good shit. I have the tea bags waiting for me. I just can't find it in my heart to boil the water and drink.
I've wasted about a gallon's worth boiling water, forgetting it's on the stove and then letting it all boil down. I'm afraid that I'm going to become one of those old, absentminded women that leaves the iron on and comes home to a burned down apartment.
Maybe my husband will be a stay at home dad who takes care of the place while I'm gone.
