staring at these same four walls alone again

here i am again, awake four hours after that last dose of cough syrup.  i'm foreseeing a not-fun couple of days.  and if every dose of cough syrup makes me sleepy enough for a nap i'm not going to be able to sleep at all when i'm off it.

eta: but whoo... my ipod is in birmingham!

love makes the world go round?

i read really boring, blah, self-important, or just bad fic and want to reply to all the reviewers snarkily.  "actually, it's not."  or "no, you appear to be a dumbass."  or "in what universe?" 

my ipod is in a truck, in tuscaloosa.  guinevere33, i am sicker than sick and i STILL have to run errands today.  i'll try to call you tomorrow, i think.

and yet people still buy cars.

AHAHAHAHAHAHHA.

transferring music library to my ipod*

not-greatest lyrics of all time:

"it's a wonderful feeling/ feel the love in the room from the floor to the ceiling" (nsync's christmas album)

*name: delilah