Doesn’t it just figure that one day before our craft show, I
come down with the mother of all colds? I’ve been sniffling and hacking away
all morning, and now I’ve resorted to clearing my throat every ten seconds,
which can’t be pleasant for anyone who’s within hearing distance.
All in all, this has been a heck of a crappy way to start
the weekend.
I don’t know about you, but I get some wacky cravings when I’m
sick. I start dreaming about mashed potato and gravy with a big wicker basket
full of Pillsbury Doughboy biscuits. I want to watch hours and hours of old
school anime (Ranma 1/2, yeah!) or any
show/movie with Tina Fey. And I want to bliss out on Björk
music.
via |
Yes, I said Björk music; that
woman’s songs deserve their own genre.
Björk: you either hate her
or you love her. I don’t know anyone who can just shrug her off. I’m still not
quite sure as to how I feel about her, but I know that her music never fails to
hit the spot when my body wants some auditory balm.
Now, let us all close our eyes and zone out to “Human
Behaviour.”
No comments:
Post a Comment