on the personal front

[piranha]

i am a loafer. i'm still not over the bloody flu-thing, though it's definitely on its way out now. but it's taken a toll; i am exhausted, and just slump around between sleeping away many hours. and when i am awake, i don't really feel awake. the freezer is almost entirely empty; once i consume the brussels sprouts and last veggie burgers, i shall be forced to go grocery shopping. *bleh*.

also, i'm cold. and if i want to light the stove, i have to first remove all the stuff that has accumulated around it during the summer. nevermind that the firewood i've ordered isn't here yet. *bleh*.

i wish i could just get a pizza with everything, but nobody delivers out here. *bleh*.

maybe i should force myself to drive into town to get some food. but that would require taking a shower. *bleh*.

but i have a cat (timid) lying on my left arm, so all is not *bleh*.

Comments

[beaq.livejournal.com]

I almost asked if you want me to pick up a pizza and bring it over, I'm that much at loose ends. You can't be more than 4 hours away, neh?

[pir-anha.livejournal.com]

it wouldn't be much more than 4 hours, except that there is this small problem of being on an island without a bridge.

actually one can make it here in 4 hours, if one catches the clipper (fast hovercraft passenger ferry) on a good weather day, and then gets picked up in vicoria and driven up here.

[brooksmoses]

Heh. A similar bleh here; we ended up scouring the pantry for something that looked like an appropriate dinner, and ended up combining pasta, butter, flour, the last of the milk, some dregs of a bag of grated cheddar, and a couple of cans of tuna into a tuna cheese pasta sauce.

Would a hot shower produce warmth enough to pay back the energy required to have it?

Maybe you need a zen master pizza deliverer, who can make a pizza in Chicago and then make it one with everything, and then since the everything that he and now the pizza are part of is the same everything that you're part of, the pizza is one with you, and you can eat it.

In the presence of bleh, my sense of humor becomes very twisted and ineffective.

*bleh*

[pir-anha.livejournal.com]

i don't know what it is with you americans and showers; you seem to view them as cure-alls, like a victorian treated snake oil. :)

me, i hate the damn things. except for quickly washing off grime and dirt if i've worked outside in heat/humidity.

and how can twisted humour ever be ineffective, i ask! :)