I fucking hate being sick. My nose is sore and I've gone through an entire box of kleenex in the last two days, and I'm at the point of mainlining Robitussin but it isn't helping, and my head hurts, and my throat feels raw. And the worst part is that I'm not sick enough to be nonfunctional and stay in bed, just sick enough to be pissy.
Do not believe the pizza recipe that says bake at 500 for 15 minutes, then reduce heat to 400 and bake 25-30 minutes more. If it wasn't for the nearly-blackened cheese, my homemade pizza would have been delicious. Dammit.
I hate my hips.
Being on a first name basis with an ultrasound technician just can't be a good thing.
I hate spam. I hate hate hate hate hate spam.
I loathe and despise our warmongering president, and I can't believe the country is letting him get away with his bullshit.
SUVs piss me off. I hope there's a special place waiting in hell for the fuckwad who decided today that my lane was a good place for him to be, while flying up 880 in his Expedition, talking on his cel phone, and eating a burger. Is that a cliche, or what?
I wish I could sleep.
My gall bladder is an annoying sack of slime.
The dark blue paint I used on my bathroom door really sucks-- it's streaky and lumpy. I hope a second coat helps.
I spent an entire hour tonight arguing with my Airport to reconfigure it after the trip. For some reason, either it didn't want to restart cleanly or my computer didn't want to believe that it had restarted quickly. Reset reset reset reset.
Where the fuck are my jewelers screwdrivers?!
You read all the way to here, didn't you?