What I've Been Up To? Other Than Being In Bed

I've pretty much spent the last two weeks in bed. I don't have the flu, I never did have the flu, I had bronchitis. Freaking bronchitis? I've never had that in my life. The only problem was, I ignored it long enough that it turned into pneumonia, and after a heavy course of prednisone, amoxicillin, and cough syrup with codeine, I finally got out of bed today. Well, I got out of bed on Monday, too, but that's just because I had to go to K-Mart and pick up some other OTC medications for the various other problems I managed to pick up, none of which are sexy (they're all kind of, well, gross).

So, as of today, I am out of bed and desperate for a job. Again. I've looked on the job service website, and there are some things I'm definitely interested in (librarian assistant, secretary, blah blah blah) and some things I'm definitely not interested in (2 hours a day unloading packages for UPS). So, come Monday, my tax refund and I are going applying. And I might buy a new cardigan. And some shoes. I've lost 22 pounds in the past two weeks. I know that's not good, and it's probably just water weight, but all of my pants are loose, so I'm pretty stoked about it. Maybe instead of shoes, I should get a belt.

God, is it almost 11:30 pm? I've been going to bed at like 7:30. No wonder I'm so tired and cranky.

That Is One Poorly-Structured Paragraph, But I Am Too Tired To Edit

It's 1:14 in the morning, and I think it's time that I stop drinking Mr. Pibb in the evenings because I'm sitting on the porch in 50 degree weather, surrounded by moths, and my leg won't stop twitching.

Anyway, while looking for funny YouTube videos this evening, I stumbled upon this guy, and I think he's funny as hell. If you have some spare time, maybe you should check out his video blog. He kind of reminds me of Ze Frank, who was also pretty funny, but also included a lot of shit about ducks.

Anyway, I'm currently torrenting The Sims 3 (which is at 2.3%, shh!) because I don't want to shell out $40 out of the current $40 I have to see if it's any good. Anyway, The Sims 3 looks about the same as the Sims 2 with better graphics. I loved the first Sims game, and I played it up until 2007, when I finally caved and tried The Sims 2. I haven't touched the regular Sims since, allowing to let the 400 families I created rot at the bottom of my hard drive. Luckily, my in-laws also gave me their old computer, which has a 150 GB hard drive, enough RAM to choke a baby, and a graphics card so powerful it could bench press a VW. Why they upgraded to a new desktop last year is beyond me, considering they don't even use their desktop; they use one of those mini computers with an 8 gig hard drive that runs entirely off a f'ing SD card and runs so slow it would be faster to use the post office instead of email. The only problem with my new/old computer is that it doesn't come with a monitor, keyboard, or mouse. Luckily, I just so happen to have an extra keyboard and mouse in my closet because Gabe is a nerd, and he already has the cables to hook it up to our television, again, with the nerd thing. All my nerd-knowledge came with the nerd husband, who not only taught me how to torrent, but also came with a suitcase of crossover cables and the knowledge to get me all of the chaos emeralds so I can be super Sonic with none of the effort.

Ok, no more Pibb for me. Night, interntet.

My Preoccupation

So there we were, one person who probably can't even stand the other, one person who would like nothing more than to just ditch this whole event to talk to the first. Our conversation was polite, but too vague. And even thought it was the most awkward elevator ride, I thought that I never wanted it to reach your floor. But it did, and when I got out I realized I could still smell your lingering cologne, hear your voice in my ears, and as soon as those doors opened again, I ran as fast as I could through the hotel lobby, away from any remnants of you.

Here I Am!

I'm back in Wyoming. It's surreal.

I live on a ranch. An honest-to-God ranch with a name, and horses, and a peacock. A peacock! On the ranch! Luckily, it's their friends' ranch, and they (well, we, I guess) live on an acre or so of it, so it's not like I'm getting up at 4 to take the cows to market or anything like that.

So far, I've visited a few old friends, my old college, my old RA advisor. Most of the people I know immediately exclaim over my hair, which is a good foot longer than it was the last time I was here. It's kind of lame, I know, but even though having hair down to my waist is a total pain in the ass to style, it's totally worth it when people are like, wait, when did you have time to grow all that hair?

Gabe's parents have been so generous to us, and they are excellent cooks. I can't remember the last time I even ate asparagus, and such good asparagus! There is excellent asparagus to be had on the ranch. And they always have things like paper towels, shampoo, and internet, so they're already one-up on anything I had in Colorado. I was getting pretty sick of never having any money, and having to make the Sophie's choice of either washing my hair with soap or just skipping a day. Did I tell you that when your hair is two feet long, it tends to start collecting debris and get all greasy? Like I said, total pain in the ass.

This morning, I woke up late and realized that I have the phrase "poop is a palindrome" written on my stomach in permanent marker. I think I may have gotten a little drunk last night.