1. List your five favorite beverages.
Mountain Dew (though now I drink caffeine-free, which isn't exactly as good), root beer, spiced apple cider, milk, and water from my hometown
2. List your five favorite websites.
Avedov, Slashdot, HH.net, WebMonkey, and my own.
3. List your five favorite snack foods.
Chex Mix, Dots, Doritos, Pringles, and a peeled banana wrapped in a slice of Velveeta cheese.
4. List your five favorite board and/or card games.
Settlers of Catan, Clue, Lunch Money, War, and Payday.
5. List your five favorite computer and/or game system games.
Illusion of Gaia, every Legend of Zelda game I've ever played (except Zelda II; that blew), MYST & sequels, Crystalis, and Tetris. I am addicted to the spinning of tetrads.
It is 8 A.M. and I have been up all night. Hiiiiiii. G'morn to you. Yeah. I'm going to make this quick (which, for me, diarising, means less then a day).
The smoker is talking about quitting. He says he would rather spend his money on other stuff. I cannot argue with this logic, hehe. I've been treating him dreadfully, short-tempered because of my stinging eyes, so I apologised to him. He said that was okay and he hadn't noticed that I was being unduly rude.
My dear readers: this fellow has earned my lasting admiration for that alone, if nothing else. For saying he didn't think I was acting bitchy, even when I know very well that I was.
This housing arrangement is SO going to work. Also, as Sin pointed out to me, I don't even have a damn air filter yet. I am buying one this weekend. I can use it even it the housemate quits smoking. The house circulates dust in the air to a shocking degree. I'm pretty sure having some of that dust out of the air entering my lungs will help me sleep better, regardless of any tobacco smoke that may or may not be in the air.
What else. Oh. My daddy's in the hospital. He has a kidney stone. Erin pointed out to me that, if I had ever wanted my father in physical pain, I had gotten my wish. I rather lit into her about that, I'm afraid. I don't know what it is with me lately and a temper shorter than a snake's leg, but it's beginning to bug even me. That's how I know I must be driving everyone around me absofuckinglutely berserk.
With dad out of the Christmas get-togethers, I mean to join his side of the family for Christmassy feasting Sunday. I shall socialise with my scads of cousins, and make my grandma happy -- somehow. Frankly not sure how. I love my grandma to itty bitty pieces, but I have never met a more conservative Christian Republican. Goodness (as she would say). Actually, her phrase is "Oh, for lands' sake!" and it's always said with a specific pattern of emphasis. To say it with incorrect stresses is to break its spell. Man I love my grandma. Bless her Trent Lott-loving little heart. Sigh.
Squirt is now 18 and I am in fear. He's legal now. I really hope he doesn't drop out of school. I have already told him many times that if he drops out, he is no longer welcome at my house. He's hissed at me anyway because I forgot to bring his birthday gift. I am still kicking myself over that. Gah.
Oh well; I'll get it Monday or Tuesday, depending on how groggy I am after the dentist drills my teeth. My teeth are horrendously sensitive and require maximum allowable shots of painkiller before they settle down. Until all that medication wears off, I am one drugged-up mamacita, and not in any shape to drive myself back to my town.
Speaking up drugged, I almost feel that way right now. Sleep is wrapping me in a big fluffy blanket of goodness. Mm, fluffy blanket, warmth, sleeeeeeep.
Yeah.