bending_sickle | Lively up yourself.*

Today's been a pretty strange day (by absolutley no standards whatsoever). I went grocery-shopping first thing smack out of bed - fooood** - and then 'netted and finally got around to working. I'm not doing so bad on that front: emailed supervisor, did a quick over-view of the outline, read a couple articles... I'm not happy with the progress but at least I'm not tearing my hair out about it.

Speaking of: I found a pure white hair yesterday. Attatched to my scalp. Me. With a white hair. Yeah. (It's gone now, what with the *omgyank*.) And it's seriously white. It seems to be the only one ~~so far~~. Oh gods, as if listening to 80's music didn't make me feel old enough.

'Cause that's another thing I've been doing. I started listening to Juno's soundtrack - all two songs available on YouTube - and then for some bizarre reason looked up Snow. Not Patrol, no, just Snow. And then I remembered Ini Kamoze's "Here Comes the Hotstepper". Dear lord... Oooold. His "One a Dem"'s actually damn fine, though. That put me in a short-lived reggae-groove, meaning Sean Paul. Catchy, but actually hilarious when made into a misheard lyrics video. (The Numa Numa's funny too.)

I've spent the entire day with a headache making my head feeling like a vibrating hot melon. Pain killers are a lie! That and I've drank my weight in water and quote possibly sneezed more than some people do in a whole year. And I've been wearing a scarf in the house. We iz sick and do not want.

There's one other thing I want to say - or rather, post - but that requires a particular timing. And its own post-page. So, ta! I'm off to get non-nutritional groceries. I've got this yearning for... I have no idea, really. Sugar. Cookies. Twizzlers. Fuzzy Peach omgImissthatsomuch.

ETA: Items bought: Royal Club Bitter Lemon soda, Coco pops, Muesli bars, individual pizza, Sour Cream and Onion Pringles, Roze Koeken (pink-icing mini-muffins), Cote d'Or Milk chocolate and hazelnuts, Norton Cabernet Sauvignon 2007 rose wine, bottle opener.
Comlimentary item: Pancake Smurf. The very Smurf I'd been hoping for!
Conclusions: I'm rebelling. With food.

* Bob Marley song
** I have no explanation for why I oogled the wine bottles. There's a chain-smoking alcoholic buried somewhere deep in my psyche, I'm sure of it.