No Jokes - Fact
This weekend has been pretty boring. I've just been doing house stuff that needs to be done and I've neglected for way longer that I should have. I've been trying to catch up on sleep - but I've been doing a terrible job. I've just had way too much shit going on in my head to sleep.
My older brother was giving me a hard time about the Toaster that I 'stole' when I moved to Rochester/college/whenever I ended up taking it. The irony being that I rarely make toast. He calls me a Toaster Thief - I make a Picasa Album of the Toaster Hostage. I think Toaster wants to stay with me. Or rather - Pat doesn't want to drive the 6 hours between Toledo to Rochester to come pick up his toaster.
I got like a million bug bites this weekend - and can't figure out where/how. It must have been on my run Saturday morning - but they're all freaking over the place. I must have run into a swarm of mosquitoes or something. These things are freaking HUGE thought. It's not like the normal little bites that you get occasionally. This is enormous all out immune system response to these bites. I made fun of a girl at work the other day - and said that it must be a spider bite or something - but now I just think that there are killer mosquitoes in Rochester. Do you think that you can die if you have a bad enough reaction to mosquitoe bites?
Can anyone please explain why chilling inside and watching a movie/reading a book is so much better when it's raining out? Somehow it just makes chilling inside acceptable - whereas when it's sunny out I feel like I should be outside playing in the sun. I guess I just feel like it gives me an excuse to do nothing. I'm so bored though. I think I'm going to go back to reading a book...
My older brother was giving me a hard time about the Toaster that I 'stole' when I moved to Rochester/college/whenever I ended up taking it. The irony being that I rarely make toast. He calls me a Toaster Thief - I make a Picasa Album of the Toaster Hostage. I think Toaster wants to stay with me. Or rather - Pat doesn't want to drive the 6 hours between Toledo to Rochester to come pick up his toaster.
I got like a million bug bites this weekend - and can't figure out where/how. It must have been on my run Saturday morning - but they're all freaking over the place. I must have run into a swarm of mosquitoes or something. These things are freaking HUGE thought. It's not like the normal little bites that you get occasionally. This is enormous all out immune system response to these bites. I made fun of a girl at work the other day - and said that it must be a spider bite or something - but now I just think that there are killer mosquitoes in Rochester. Do you think that you can die if you have a bad enough reaction to mosquitoe bites?
Can anyone please explain why chilling inside and watching a movie/reading a book is so much better when it's raining out? Somehow it just makes chilling inside acceptable - whereas when it's sunny out I feel like I should be outside playing in the sun. I guess I just feel like it gives me an excuse to do nothing. I'm so bored though. I think I'm going to go back to reading a book...
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