stuffed up. tired. sick of being sick. yes, this blog is going to be riddled w/ complaints. it's what i do. i do it well. professional bitcher. BA in Biotching.
pandora radio is playing. trying to clean. damn computer keeps drawing me back in. like right now. i have a stack of laundry to put away. i started. then stopped. to write this. ADD in it's finest today.
another random thought. i watched a movie last night. or tried to. it's very hard for me to turn off a movie and really not give a rat's ass about the end. this one last night... what a disappointment. written by john krasinski. i thought, i like jim. this should be good. tried to be woody allen. i love woody allen but let's leave woody to woody. all over the place. this constant "and then, you know what i told them?? you ready??" then nothing. next scene. i'm all for suspense but you're annoying me after the second or third time you've done it.