snapshot

[wisdomeagle]

I'm sitting here, still blowing my nose just about constantly, but I'm well on the road to recovery, and I'm no longer ready to kill myself. I'm listening to music from Beauty and the Beast. I'm waiting for an email from my roommate. I stumbled across someone's LiveJournal and have been reading through it and remembering a lot of shit that happened fall of freshman year. [Pome*-- it's the girl's journal.] So anyhow, I'm having freshman flashbacks. I'm drinking Starbuck's frappuccinno and waiting for my roommate's reply to my bitchfest about reading the girl's journal and about getting the bulletin from my church from last Sunday--the ministerpeople's last Sunday. I'm also popping bubble wrap. I really shouldn't be drinking coffee; I'm going to be so high tonight.

Or, more likely, so non-high. Damn me for forgetting that caffeine strengthens all emotions, good and bad.