December 30, 2002 :: 1:32 a.m.
extra sugar, extra salt, extra oil, and MSG
Erg. I've been exhausted all day, for no reason that I can really explain. I went to bed around 4 a.m. and woke up around noon - the usual. There is no explanation to be found for my excessive fatigue, though Adam suggested that it may have been the heavy Chinese buffet food that we had for lunch. That could actually be it... greasy vegetable lo-mein is great, but it does sit a bit heavily in the tummy. Whatever it was, I've been on the verge of falling asleep since about five o' clock this afternoon. Not fun at all, because I felt like a huge drag to be around. Like an energy-sucking black hole or something.
Speaking of sucking, I think there's some kind of heat-absorbing vortex under my house. Every time the temperature in here begins to reach a comfortably warm level, the vortex opens its gaping maw and sucks every bit of heat out of the place. A fantastic proposition, perhaps, but I am not amused. I would be willing to hite a priest and host an exorcism party if I thought that it would allow me to experience the joys of proper heating for even a few minutes. Well, maybe not. I don't really want a priest in my house, what with the chanting and the crosses and the molesting little children. They're very frightening. The priest in The Exorcist freaked me out, even though he was a good guy. Organized religion gives me the creeps.
Adam and I finally got to give Pat his Christmas presents tonight, which was a good time. We went over to Pat's house and just sat around and talked about things. Well, I did a bit more listening than talking, actually, but that's to be expected. I got to play with his crazy dog, also, which was funny. She's this tiny, fluffy, fox-looking dog walks around on her hind legs and barks constantly and does a scary, bat-faced Gremlin impersonation when the situation calls for it. If any of my cats ever made a face like that, I would run screaming into the night with my skirt over my head. That's how it would go if I wore skirts, anyway. Since I don't, there would be less skirt-over-the-head action but still more than enough running and screaming to keep the viewers interested.
Oh dear. I'm suddenly feeling very ill, mostly in a gastrointestinal way. Damn the New Forest Chinese Buffet! It's been hours and I'm still feeling the effects of a lunch comprised of vegetable lo-mein, white rice, onion rings, and tapioca pudding. Yes, that's right, the Chinese buffet offers onion rings and tapioca pudding. This is an example of exactly how un-Chinese the stuff that we call Chinese food really is. Not that I'm an expert when it comes to traditional Chinese food, but damn, onion rings? Not likely.
Okay, well, since I'm feeling all nasty and un-writerly, I'm just going to end this. My new sketching pencils are calling to me in a most seductive manner; of course, I'm powerless to resist. It's just one of those things, like being offered melon popsicles in exchange for a lifetime of silence concerning your mob involvement... er, where was I? Right, I was ending this hopeless parade of dreck. A good idea, that one. Like pie, only less tasty.
'Night, all. Dream about unicycles and report back to me.
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