waaahmp waaahh

(that’s a sound effect)

it’s also how i’ve been feeling today… like a sicky mc sickerton. i’ve laid in bed most of the day watching season one of ugly betty (on dvd). charlie seems to really like this show, it’s strange – ya know, since he’s a dog.

i really wish i could find campbell’s chicken and stars soup. it’s so much better than chicken noodle soup, and it’s what i ate in the States when i was feeling not so hot.

i did take a walk to the nearby gas station though and i realized something… even when i don’t feel well, i still like to wear an accessory. how lame is that? i couldn’t decided between this bracelet my friend lauren made for me or my watch. i chose the watch. actually, here’s a confession of just how lame i can be: a few years ago i had a watch i really liked and the battery ended up dying… and i definitely still wore it anyway because it went with certain outfits (and it didn’t really matter that it was dead because it always takes me a few seconds to figure out the time on an analog watch).

interruption: ryan just called and it was the weirdest thing because i seriously almost answered the phone, “reality tuesday cafe, this is danny.” what the!? how random is that, right? also, he’s picking up a movie and i voted for “baby mama.” i highly enjoy tina fey, so here’s hoping it’s good. we’ll see.

i digress.

while walking earlier, i thought about how i miss cold weather sooooo so so much. autumn and winter are my favorite seasons, and my favorite time of year in general. though, part of it may be that i just really enjoy wearing sweaters and scarves and boots.

i feel whiny, do i sound whiny?

i need a shower, but now it’s evening time so i might as well wait until tomorrow.

i miss the smell of cold air.

joe biden reminds me of my eigth grade science teacher, mr. frinsthal – and that makes him slightly endearing.

and also, everything in malaysia went very well. though, i think i was hit on by a malaysian security guard as i walked through the metal detector thing… he asked me my name and then asked if i was a miss or a ma’am. maybe he wasn’t hitting on me, maybe he thought i was a menace to society.

i should go.