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04 May 2005 @ 06:43 pm
D-Day minus 1 week.  
You are not paying attention in class when you find your notes filled with such things as "Lemon zest with saffron, chives and scallops? Tomato sauce, not cream -- stewed/diced tomatoes, chopped red onions, simmer with red wine, add scallops later, serve on stewed spinach, not pasta" or "london broil treated with cracked peppercorns, beef bullion, sliced mushrooms, served with parboiled potatoes, asparagus?"

Furthermore, hunger is never assuaged by pizza sans marinara sauce. Pizza should not be sans marinara sauce. Thus spoke Zarathustra. And me.

Lastly, I have an anxiety disorder and cannot work up the energy to worry about my work. Sleep is a foreign concept. How I long for the gossamer covering of that ephemeral blanket which used to soothe away the cares of all my days.

Now? I dream alarm clocks, when I do sleep. Rows upon rows of alarm clocks, going off (or, in one particularly terrifying dream, not going off, no matter what I tried to do to make them work) into infinity.

Wednesday next shall be my day of Jubilee. And lo, shall I endeavor to truly enjoy this day for all it is worth. If it isn't fucking freezing outside, which it so often is.

Forget all of that. Look at miserable sexy Ioan!cowboy. Look upon him and feel my despair.
 
 
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Jonathan Toews does not want a sandwich.: School Sucks--myashkesvmadelyn on May 4th, 2005 11:13 pm (UTC)
DAY OF JUBILEE BOO YEAH

So guess who didn't do one word of their presentation that's due tomorrow? And guess who's so watching Alias and SV before she starts on that?

*raises hand not at all blushing*
suzycatsuzycat on May 5th, 2005 12:20 am (UTC)
I'm hungry and I just interviewed Patricia Wells.