Tippecanoe and me, too.

The seat I chose on the bus today was broken. One side sagged down while the other tilted up. Of course, the sagging-down bit was in the middle, so I kept sliding. All was fine until someone came and sat next to me. He probably thought I was trying to crawl onto his lap.

Also, what is it about the bus that makes a person want to cough? I'm always fine in the morning until I get on that stupid contraption, and then I have to fight the urge.

On a different front, I've often contemplated buying one of those veggie drinks - think V8, only not V8 - to drink when I lack time and/or I just don't have fresh veggies around. I usually steer clear because I'm not a fan of tomato products. Tomatoes are great. Love 'em in salads, on sammies and plain. Sauces and ketchup are not great. The juice has always kind of freaked me out; it's so red and thick. Anyway, I decided to be brave. I purchased a bottle last weekend and tried it last night.

Patooey! I can list juice as another tomato product I don't enjoy in the least. One swallow made me want to hurl.

Notepad and stuff

Woe! I hurriedly slapped something in Yahoo's notepad and didn't realize I'd gone over the max 5000 character limit. :( I lost about a page of work (crossover fic). Some of it's handwritten and recoverable, but damn. I hate that. I also hate that I already edited and improved the written once and quite liked it. Now I have to start over.

Also, I begged S. to please consider my noise complaint about my neighbor as coming from a regular tenant and to write her a note. I explained to him why I felt, at this point, I couldn't really do it myself without provoking a confrontation with her (she's going to figure it out if a note is delivered on a Saturday, eh?). We'll see what happens. It's really out of control when you can hear someone's TV from 30 feet down the hall. I have my TV plenty loud to compensate for hers and mine can't be heard right outside my door.

Stupid question of the day

After I bolted out of a meeting, tore through the kitchen and out the back door to cough and cough and hack, for the second time:

"So, you have a cough, huh?"

Only slightly less stupid are the people who ask what's wrong with me. Am always tempted to tell them I've got whooping cough or something.

So much for that idea

Either S. didn't address the noise issue with neighbor lady or he did and she's just a stupid stupidhead who thinks she's above all reproach, because I can hear her TV as plain as ever.

I kind of hate them both now.

Supernatural: Tall Tales

( They were researching...with BOOKS! )

"It's not food anymore, Dean, it's Darwinism!"

My only gripe at this point is...March 15th?! Why CW? Why do you hate me?!