you tell em, beej
So, February basically sucks so far, at least where I'm concerned. Ironically February is also the prettiest month to be living in San Francisco, because everything's green and vibrant from the January rains (though I'm sure we'll get more, soon) and all the colors seem super-saturated and unnaturally bright. It's gorgeous. Thanks, February. Take your break-ups and your bouts with coughing crud and the why-am-I-broke-itis and shove it, and don't try to charm me with flowers and sunshine, I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR LIES.
I have been sitting in a cafe because I couldn't stand to be inside my apartment today for whatever reason, and naturally the 20-minute walk I took to pick up the zipcar wore me out so badly I almost passed out on the table-top, but the advil and the food are doing their job and I think I'll be capable of moving without wanting to cry here in a few. Which is good! Seeing as I have to go meet with 2 tutoring students of mine tonight.
In conclusion, have a Celine Dion video. It has Victorian nightgowns, antique hairbrushes, things on fire, and dudez on motorcycles, and is guaranteed to make you gape at its pure unadulterated cheeseball awesomeness.
I have been sitting in a cafe because I couldn't stand to be inside my apartment today for whatever reason, and naturally the 20-minute walk I took to pick up the zipcar wore me out so badly I almost passed out on the table-top, but the advil and the food are doing their job and I think I'll be capable of moving without wanting to cry here in a few. Which is good! Seeing as I have to go meet with 2 tutoring students of mine tonight.
In conclusion, have a Celine Dion video. It has Victorian nightgowns, antique hairbrushes, things on fire, and dudez on motorcycles, and is guaranteed to make you gape at its pure unadulterated cheeseball awesomeness.