And you taste like plastic and metal.

Sometimes, when I’m reading LJ, or brushing my teeth, or shaving my face, or doing whatever, I find that the hand I’m not using clenches hard enough to make the muscles tense when I relax the hand.

I feel compelled to at least listen to the music that Xjournal says I’m listening to while I’m writing the post, no matter how quiet it has to be. I just pulled out my headphones for that very reason.

Theio’s is packed, as Gone Wired closed at midnight. Finals week is upon us. School is plaguing my mind for various reasons.

I need to learn how to approach my life as if I’m going to be here forever (more comfortable, and allows me to modify my environment in meaningful ways) instead of using the knowledge that we will move. Otherwise, I ask myself, what is the point?

I missed riding the bus. Got my fix today.

Still f’ing sick.

I have too much fun when I eBay. I’m tellin’ ya.

I should stop telling people in LJ land that I’m probably going to post more later that day, because I never do.

I’m still sleeping strange hours, and about twelve hours a night. I’m ready to be done. The mono virus disagrees vehemently.

Another step in pimping out the iBook is in the works. 1 GB of RAM and Combo Drive, I can nearly taste you. And you taste like plastic and metal. Just so you know.

Blech.

Our Christmas/Yule tree is the best ever, and it wobbles alarmingly whenever Buddy goes into his cage, because it sits on top. No joke. taught me how to bend the ornament hooks around the branch so that they won’t fall off. I am thrilled.

Also, if you check out the pics from this weekend’s signing, you can see that I was full of the holiday spirit, as well as various and sundry virii. :)