Lindsie is phoning home.
Dad: Hullo?
Lindsie: Hello!
Dad: Hullo?
Lindsie: Hello?
Dad: Who’s that?
Lindsie: Lindsie!
Dad: Lin-di-see? I don’t know a “Lin-di-see”
Lindsie: Lindsie! Your daughter!
Dad: Oh Lindsie!
Lindsie is phoning home.
Dad: Hullo?
Lindsie: Hello!
Dad: Hullo?
Lindsie: Hello?
Dad: Who’s that?
Lindsie: Lindsie!
Dad: Lin-di-see? I don’t know a “Lin-di-see”
Lindsie: Lindsie! Your daughter!
Dad: Oh Lindsie!
Hi. I’ve taken to eating ice cream right from the carton because it tastes better. I live on my own now so I can do as I please. That’s all. Bye.
I am not yellow.
My sweater with the diamonds isn’t really argyle, I don’t think. My *argyle* sweater is argyle, with the lines tracing through, like they do. I decided not to wear the argyle tomorrow, choosing instead the blue, plan blue, but I can still change my mind.
The only problem with pigtails is that I can’t wear my hair any other way for the rest of the day. Any other way, like, “down”, due to hair creases across my head. Slicked them back pretty well today though and so they lasted, no real particles falling into my face because I used ever so much hair jell this morning.
I have American Idol on mute. I can’t tell if it’s a chick or a dude there on stage. I’m going to unmute and watch something else.
Chick or dude? Chick or dude??
I made banana bread. Happy in regards to that.
I didn’t have tea tea this morning but maybe I should have because I was decidedly un-perky all day. Not that I am ever excedingly perky. I was just so very un-perky today it was assuredly noticeable. Also it was a weird day of work because I am still mildly sickly and my brain wasn’t all there. Maybe it’s because I’m still conjested and so I’m not breathing properly and so oxygen isn’t getting into my brain as it should to produce the appropriate synapses?
I bought a book of puzzles to do while I was lying in bed for hours and hours while being sick. Crossword puzzles! I have to train myself to answer the clues with the first thing that comes into my head, and with what is the most obvious.
My right leg is a little sore.
I woke up from my nap this afternoon and my mouth tasted like old vegetables (and it still does) and I wasn’t sick anymore. My chest is still tight but that just lasts. Tomorrow I will go out of my apartment and do something.
My dad sent me some fruit and thusly I made fruit salad, which is all gone now, but it was tasty while it was in existence.
I have spent three days laying in bed reading and watching TV and doing puzzles. So glad to be improving. I really could have used my ballet class this morning that I was too sick to go to. My shoulders are stiff. Hoo hoo. And I had to cancel my playdate with Susan that was going to include Going To A Big Book Sale. No wonder I am grumpy now.
I live alone now so I don’t have to label my cheese.
Mother and father came to town and brought me eggs and other food things. Kitchen is full. I now also have my Jane Austen and some print-making supplies.
Oh my goodness we went and hung out at mum and dad’s hotel room and there was candy and I ate too much of it. Then we hottubbed.
I met Susan on the way to work *again* this morning. Yesterday too; just ran into her. Not literally. Well, almost literally yesterday. But not very almost, you know?
My printer has finally shipped. Now I am drunk from excitement. And also wine. Oh! Also I’m kindof cold. The question is now to go to bed right away and be warm or to go have a bath first (as to also be warm.) Who knows!
I’ve joined a “Survivor” pool at work. You know, “Survivor” the TV show. I don’t have to watch to play. I hope someone tells me when I’m whatever, voted off.