music: "Distopian Dream Girl," Built to Spill
I have one of those annoying bumps on my tongue. Where do they come from? What causes them? How does one get rid of them?
Ahh, the impressive philosophical questions of life.
Well, I am alone for all intents and purposes until Thursday, and I'm so smashed from my medication that all I can seem to do is sleep, and at a bare minimum, make sure the pets don't die.
Although I seem to have been neglecting BetaBob since I arrived here. I feed him, of course, with great regularity, but his water hasn't been changed in a shamefully long time. However, when I flick the side of his mini-tank (a colorful cup sold for something like $3.99 at PetCo), he flickers around, so I have faith that there's some life in him yet.
*Sets out a cup of water to be changed tomorrow.*
And, other than that, life seems okay. My room is still a wreck, and for all the looking I've been doing, I cannot find my watercolors. Quelle shame. Well, I mean, it kind of is, because I enjoy my painting, but we all know how engrossed I get when I am painting or drawing. Speaking of which, I do know where my pads are. All I need is a decent pencil, which can probably be obtained at some trendy little art supply shop nearby. *Mental note for tomorrow's errand.*
I doodle entirely too much for my own good. Maybe that's the negative influence on the sanity of my gray matter.
Yup. Another mystery solved..