I woke up nauseous and exhausted today, having never fallen asleep and having resolved not to take Ambien. Well, that was dumb. I stayed home from work and slept and slept. This is one of those dips in the graphic display of my life.
sherrold came over to watch SG-1 and SGA last night, but the tape I'd recorded them on was fubar. I felt like a bad host, as if I'd promised heroin but found that I only had baby powder in the fridge. Pretend I didn't just make that analogy. She'd even brought sandwiches. I did give her a potholder with a scantily-clad woman on it, though, and I feel sure that made up for everything.
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Meanwhile, I've been thinking again of products, generically speaking, that as a consumer I support. I open myself with benign goodwill to eye-rolling at the banality of it all. Pro:
* ice cubes
* bubble bath
* self-adhering envelopes
* extension cords
Things which frequently disappoint me:
* light-bulbs: designed to fail
* nail polish: gummy too soon
* lip balms: why are my lips MORE chapped?!
* air-fresheners: only if I want my air to smell like the flowery fields of HELL
I feel better for having gotten that out of my system.
Last night all I could think of was Rodney singing karaoke. I'm a weird human being.