Thursday, January 24, 2008
Perhaps I ought to abandon the usual Full Throttle con pizza/Full Throttle con sausage burrito combos which constitute the greater portion of my diet on school days. Lately they make my stomach scream. I spent the latter half of yesterday and will spend this evening at The Lauree Lair, curled in bed fetal-position to read for a Norse mythology class and for the Julius Caesar study, making frequent trips to the toilet.
I avoided the job search this week. I know anything I land will drain and depress me. Let Bank of America close my checking account. They've raped me with hundreds of dollars in fees over the past several years, anyway. For any overdraft charge, I have to work an entire day to break even again. Pssh.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 3:23 PM]