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  • While eating an apple yesterday, I bit the inside of my cheek Really Hard. I had to stop eating for a few moment so I could cry a little bit: this was how hurty it was to chew on the inside of my cheek. Lesson learned: self-canabalism is a bad idea.

    Speaking of the inside of my mouth, I’ve made another dental appointment for whatever I need done next. I don’t know what the procedure is named eveb though the dental receptionist said it a few times. Pre-fixing the teeth with cavities before they disintigrate. That will take place in April, which is fast approaching.

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  • “Puffy” is a word I should probably stop using to describe people. But I didn’t start it. I got it from the movie “Grosse Pointe Blank”. Joan Cusack describes the people at her ten year high school reunion as just the same as they had been in high school, only puffier. That’s a good movie. I own it on VHS!

    Did I tell you about that time… I probably have already, I find the story quite funny:

    This one time when I was working at Wal-Mart (and you just know this os going to be a pretty great story with such an opening) these two women asked me for help in the girlswear department. They were sort of staring at me, agog, which isn’t strange– I mean, a helpful walmart employee? I’d be surprised, too. So I didn’t think too much about it. “Stupid customers” is what I no doubt thought to myself. Just after they left, however, I realized that they were two girls I knew from high school but I didn’t recognize them because they had become so puffy!

    Right? Right?

    None of my coworkers thought that this was as funny as I did. Maybe they hadn’t seen “Grosse Pointe Blank”.

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  • It’s nap time.

    I’ve totally brought out my spring jackets to wear. It’s almost warm enough too. It wasn’t warm enough when I left for lunch, but coming back it was. I’ll bring out my spring clothes soon, maybe this weekend, but I’m still in the mood for my winter sweaters.

    I’m listening to The End, the radio station, via internet. I haven’t listened to The End for many years, since 1998 maybe? Before l left home the first time. The signal didn’t reach my radio in Victoria so I had to listen to sub-standard Victoria radio. It’s probably been on the internet for forever now, but I’ve been into other things. Mostly television is what I’ve been into. And school, I guess. Hm. I just remembered I listened to them when I lived in Vancouver, also via internet. But they only seemed to play Postal Service. I liked it better when I was a teenager and reception was fuzzy on my radio coming all the way from Seattle.

    My first awareness of Nine Inch Nails was a t-shirt worn by a guy in my art class. When I saw the band name (having never heard of them before) the first thing that came to mind was how the Chinese emperors grew their fingernails really long as a status symbol—they couldn’t use their hands for anything but that was ok because they had many servants to do everything for them. Yeah? Nine-inch fingernails? Sure.

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  • I’ve been trying to get to work on time in the mornings. This week I’m 2 for 2. This morning on my walk in, my legs were moving but my brain was off. My legs were moving fast, though, so that’s good. The trick to getting to work on time is not to dawdle. This includes the time on the walk in, and any time before: e.g. standing in my pajamas and staring out the window for a while.

    I’m only slightly less tired today than I was yesterday. Of course I had tea in the afternoon yesterday to prevent me from nodding off, but then I had some chocolatey ice cream in the evening. I was craving it, of course because I was tired. I had to walk all the way to M-on-Y to get it, which I thought would tucker me out completely, but afterwards I just sortof sat stunned, staring at the TV. I’ll try to do better today but I’m probably going to have some ice cream again. It’s called Cherry Nirvana, filled with chunks of choco, and huge sour cherries. This is an ice cream that works best melted down in a bowl so that I can a) mush up the sour cherries so I don’t get a big mouthful of sour and b)chew the bits of cherry that result because they are melted a bit as they would hurt my teeth if I chewed them when they were cold. Whoo-whoo.

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  • The more books I read, the more I am unfit for human interaction, it seems. I actually used the phrase “I’ve been tasked” in normal conversation just a few moments ago. In my defense, I’m really tired today. Also in my defense, I not only read a lot, but I also watch a lot of British television/movies. Yesterday morning I made pancakes with a British accent. For example.

    My mum will no doubt sum it up thusly: you’re just weird. That reminds me: I have to do my taxes.

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  • I have the song “Inside Out” by Eve 6 in my head. This is the first song that played this morning after the news on the radio that woke me up at 6:28. I was annoyed to hear it, as it is an annoying song, and I am annoyed that it is in my head right now, and that I know all the words. I can’t say I hate the band Eve 6, however, as they were named after a character in an episode of the X-Files. I didn’t have to look at Wikipedia to tell you that, but if you don’t believe me, it’s all there for you to see.

    Naomi invited me to move to Burnaby with her in 2 years to pursue school (her – SFU, me – TBD). Both Naomi and I are fond of making such plans, but they don’t usually coincide.

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  • I am Incredibly grumpy this morning. Too much junky-sugary food last night. I should stop doing that. Today I shall shop for fruits and veggies and have a day or week of hummus sandwiches with tomato. That means I have to make bread. Unnnnnng. Later. I’m still in bed right now and wish to finish my book: “Middlesex” by Jeffrey Eugenides. At first I was only intrigued by the last name of the author but the book itself is also good. Some fine transitions, both literary and portrayed, and a charming narrative voice.

  • I dreamt this morning that I couldn’t get my contacts in because I couldn’t get my eyes to open. I think this was because I was actually still asleep in real life. It really sucked in the dream because I was trying to get ready for the performance of Cabaret I was in. I thought at the time (in the dream) that the lights around the dressing room mirror were too bright.

    Nuts to dreams where my eyes won’t open.

  • Spring time is coming! And that means one thing: I have to scrub my deck. It’s grrrooooooooosss! I looked at it last fall and decided I would put cleaning it on my list of things to accomplish in the spring. I didn’t write it down or anything, but somehow, unfortunately, I have remembered. I won’t do it today though because it’s not spring yet, and also I don’t want to.

  • Better today!  The cure was a Subway sandwich I had for lunch last night.   I went to get a Subway sandwich tonight after work (for indeed I was returned to work today) only to find that the Subway at Fort & Blanshard was papered up and closed for some reason.  Shoot.

    This is not the first time that Subway has thwarted my dinner (or evening lunch) plans.  The last time I tried to have Subway after work, this time at the Quadra/Pandora location, they had no non-cheezy bread.  The guy was reeeealy sorry but not sorry enough to offer me, I don’t know, their flat bread?  Or the whole sandwich-as-a-salad deal they have?  Whatever.  I went in the next day and had my sandwich for lunch-at-breaktime instead.  And it was the same guy there.  “We have bread for you today” he said.

    Subway woes.  By Lindsie.  The end.

    I’m addicted to Facebook.  It got real bad while I was sick and didn’t have strength to do anything else, like get up and leave the computer chair.  I have to lessen my habits.  Today I only let myself check it at breaks and and lunch.  And then after 4.  And I have it on now, but it’s in a different tab while I type here.  I don’t even do anything while on Facebook, just stare at the screen.  That must stop.  I must have better things to do.