waiting for the other shoe to drop. dustin asked when did the first shoe drop. good question, really, and now i'm thinking that maybe i'm waiting for both shoes to drop, which means i'm metaphorically levitating and when those shoes drop, it's gonna hurt like hell.
unless the shoes aren't on my feet, in which case maybe i'm metaphorically sitting on my couch (as i am literally doing so right now) and the shoes are floating in midair and i'm waiting for them to drop. it's unnerving whether the shoes are on my feet or floating in the middle of my living room.
what the fuck am i saying?
i'm saying that i don't feel well. i'm saying that i'm tired of feeling this way. i'm saying that i'm tired of wondering when this will stop. i'm saying that i'm...
i'm a fan of the west wing. and tomorrow i'm be a fan of scrubs in addition to the west wing. at least i think i'll be a fan of scrubs.
and when i say scrubs what i mean is the tv show, "scrubs." do not be fooled by my lack of capitalization and quotation marks; i certainly do not mean to say that i'm a fan of medical garb. although i did have a prof in college who would wear scrubs (here's a shout-out to keven neuharth) and i don't doubt for a second that he would only wear comfortable things.
was considering going out tonight but with the crazies going on, maybe it's best to stay in.
doesn't clay aiken make you kind of want to punch him? maybe i just haven't given him a fair chance. i don't think i'll be giving him a fair chance. i don't feel all that fair today. nor will i feel that fair tomorrow.
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