Wouldn't it be Good

Wouldn't it be good if a Norwegian named Sven stepped into the room right now wearing nothing but a loin cloth? I think I could take it from there ;)

Wouldn't it be good if I had enough strength or motivation to change my sheets? After laying around and sweating in them for 5 days they are beginning to smell pretty rank :P

Wouldn't it be good if I had enough energy to read more than two pages of W. E. B. Du Bois at a stretch? if I could do that I might actually be able to get all my homework done by Tuesday.

Wouldn't it be good if I were actually beginning to feel better? The Doc said I should be feeling better by Monday. I do not see that happening. So I'll prolly have to go back to the Doc tomorrow. Ick.

Wouldn't it be good if my head wasnt pounding so hard that I could actually turn on the TV or the radio? I'm so fucking bored. All I do is sleep and eat.

And speaking of food......

Wouldn't it be good if the Gizmo was open this early so I could go get a breakfast bagel with bacon? My stomach is beginning to revolt against all this liquid food stuff. I want something hardy that it actually takes effort to digest. I want something greasy.

Wouldn't it be good if I could actually go to work today? I have now officially missd an entire week, which means that I won't be getting a paycheck for another month. Double ick.

And finally, Wouldn't it be good if Tina would actually get out of bed and go to work instead of continually hitting the snooze button? I swear the motherfucker has been going off for two hours already! I dont know why she even bothers to set it.

Adrienne Hill

I think Adrienne Hill must know that I am completely enamoured with her. She stopped me in the caf the other day and gave me a hug, and she offered to sub for my radio show tomorrow night now that I'm sick. I've certainly told enough people I think she is hot. It must have gotten back to her by now.

Maybe when I'm feeling better I can actually focus on trying to get her in bed. Ha ha, just kidding. (or am I?)

Best Breakfast Bagel Ever

Just came from the Gizmo where I wolfed down the very best breakfast bagel EVER! It prolly wasn't all that different then the regular ones, just that I wanted it more than I normally do. It is so good to have something that isn't all water in my system. Although I hope my tummy doesn't get upset because I ate so fast.

I'm feeling a little better now. I'm actually in the computer lab. It is so pretty outside. It's been like spring ever since I got sick. I so wish I could enjoy it. There are people outside without jackets, it's beautiful. I kind of just want to go lay down on a bench outside, go sleep there. But I know I won't. I still feel too icky. Although it would prolly do me good to spend some time outside of my disease ridden room.

Was IMing Kevin a lot today. We were having naughty talk as usual. It's funny, and we were talking about this a few days ago, we are definitely not back together, each of us is still free to do whatever they want despite any feelings the other might have about it, but it sure doesn't feel like we are broken up. I mean we talk everyday, we say how much we miss each other, we discuss our problems. Kev was even saying that he feels closer to me now than he did when I was in the city and I totally second that remark. There was something that just wasnt clicking before that for some strange reason suddenly is. He was telling me how hed like to take me out of town for a long weekend some time this summer, like up to Boston or Lake George. I would so love to do that. I never get to leave the city. And it would be so nice to go away with my significant other. I've never really done that. It would be nice to sleep next to him in a DOUBLE bed for once. But since I don't plan on working this summer I ahve no idea where I'm gonna get the money from. I'm trying to save up money here but it's going pretty slow.

I know I should do homework, but I think I'll go back home and sleep some more instead. Tina is still in bed by the way. She slept through work. I need to clean our room at least a little because I seem to have lost my ID card and without it I cant eat in the caf.

Oh well, back to the room of doom.

C.ya

Carla