No, it’s not the world’s most Barbie-licious disco – it’s the waaaambulance again.
I’m sick, and I blame undergrads. And possibly Eric, since everyone he knows got sick in the order of him visiting them, but he is not sick (carrier!).
I am the only person I know who responds to a colossal dose of Nighttime extra-drowsy formula Robitussin with insomnia. It makes my heart race, and I’m so aware it’s like… I move like they do.
Maybe the next time I have an important exam or occasion for which I must be alert and amped up, I’ll take Tylenol PM.
Seriously, got any complicated math problems you need solved? Philosophy riddles? Wanna kick my ass in Scrabulous? Last night I quizzed Eric on Buddhism until 4am.
Stupid body.
In conclusion:
Dear Snot,
You suck. Go home. Jerkface.
Love,
Vicki
Guess how many tries it took me to type “blockquote” before it came out without a body part.
Returning for more feline therapy. Next time, I promise no whining.
Okay, just in case I’m lying and I can’t, here is a half-hour video of 80s cartoon show openings.
Nostalgia, ahoy. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. How lame is the original Ghostbusters (starts around 3:46)?!?! Serious weak sauce. Compare with the “The Real” Ghostbusters right after – vastly better.
Oooh, a thunderstorm just started. Thank you, universe.
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