legally tired

I miss the T1 connection at work. I'm so spoiled.

This morning I wrote an e-mail back to my friend, and I was going to post it here, but yahoo is taking forever and a day to open my inbox. I have new mail dammnit!! Lemme at it!

Last night I came home and fixed myself a toasty beverage and at chips and salsa until the Law Schooler came home. Then we got Thai takeout and rented Legally Blonde. I had another beverage during the movie. We went to bed shortly after, and didn't go to sleep right away...but we still probably fell asleep earlier than a weekday, so of course I woke up at 7 am.

Last night I dreamt that it was my birthday and I was at a bar and several people were going to come and help me celebrate. One of them was MelRo's law professor (based on a real-life person, I guess, but not at all a real prof), and I was drunk and made an ass out of myself, because I was somehow talking about how his name makes me think of fire. What? His first name was Dante, and I kept making some bad joke about his last name should be Peak. In my dream, I knew I was drunk and being unfunny and everyone was feeling awkward, but I didn't know how to stop it.

Yahoo still sucks, so I"m just going to post this. This weekend -- major apartment cleaning in anticipation of the party next Saturday! yee-haw. Oh, and I'm going to help Damon buy a turntable.

why why why??

Why am I sick again? this is like the fourth time in 2 months, though I must say, they never seem to get full blown. Pardon me while I go knock on wood.

I'm back.

I'm sure I'm annoying Melanie greatly, since I get rather testy when sick and don't like to be touched. I remember even as a kid yelling and pushing my father away when he'd come into the bathroom and try to console me while bent over the toilet puking. That's the last situation where I want his hug...or anyone else's to be perfectly honest. When I"m sick, I prefer to stretch out and not be touched. Partly because sickness usually means all my nerves are tuned to "extra-sensitive", so most things feel uncomfortably ticklish and just generally unbearable. Who knew I can be such the prickly fellow.

But I'm going to sleep soon, and tomorrow I will probably lay low and rest up. I got a good bit of cleaning done this morning, so I don't feel as compelled to do housework tomorrow. I'm such a good houseboy. Between my mopping and cooking, I hope I get appreciated by my hot lesbian sex goddess of a girlfriend. Because I don't want to be fired for calling in sick to my boyfriend duties.

Tonight I recorded "Year Without Santa Claus" (I love the Heat Miser and Snow Miser songs!) and "Life and Adventures of Santa Claus" off of ABC Family Network, formerly the Fox Family Network. Hmm. Maybe it happened the same time The Nashville Network became The National Network. Why do I know/notice these things? It's certainly not intentional. But why can't I consciously use my sponge memory for more useful items of information, or at least more lucrative possibilities?

Bedtime for Raybear.