Sunday, February 29, 2004
I am eating 99% fat-free beef ravioli, which I smeared all over the keyboard by accident. Red-orange and grey coordinate remarkably well. Last night I set Funshine on top of the monitor (for illumination), but she [I think Funshine is a she-bear, but I don't remember, because I haven't actually watched the show since I was seven] took a suicidal leap off it when I logged onto the Internet a moment ago. Now she lies face-down on the floor, which is where she will remain until I get around to cleaning The Lauree Lair again. Items accumulate around the room in stacks of various sizes and shapes. In fact, I think I'll make a special journey to WAL*MART for the purpose of acquiring more storage space. I need shelves for my books, plus a filing cabinet for my files and the letters I receive from April on a periodic basis. And mayhaps I'll get corkboard this time. Ausgezeichnet.at 2:42 PM
Of course, I probably ought not make a public appearance, the way I look. I just returned from work in a high state of greasy, and my pallor is more pallid than usual as a result of my cold/cough, which further accentuates the redness of the four or five zits that surfaced on my face within the past two days. I drank soda upon soda upon soda to get through the weekend, making me bloated and wobbly.
Oh, well.
I forgot to mention that last week my aunt Laura went on a trip to San Francisco for some teacher function. During intermission she visited Alcatraz, purchasing me a tiny white bear that wears a black-and-white-striped jail suit and its own tiny handcuffs. I originally set him on my monitor, but he attempted suicide. Apparently all my bears have a death fixation.
Maybe I'll do the world a small favour and wipe my face before I set out again. But maybe I won't.
