Just combine:
One (1) lingering cold (postnasal drip, stuffed up sinuses, general lethargy)
One (1) irrevokable proof that internal body image matches not external body (clothes that don't fit generally fall into one of two sets: stretched across the bust [too small to look good], or bunched at the shoulder/bust intersection [too big]. Saturday's browsing got four shirts that did both at once in the dressing room.)
One (1) sense of resentment for opportunities lost (probably less intense than completely losing a proven ability, as opposed to a potential one, but still)
One (1) impending deadline (and further proof that depression in college is Bad, because I don't qualify for the graduate non matriculated status due to grade point average over the last ninety credit hours. Deadline for non matriculated application is 1st of December. Guess what I get to do tomorrow or Thursday)
One (1) inbox stack of Doom, despite sending the current database to the business babysitters before leaving for the weekend (although the lady who mailed in her '97 era floppy disk as proof of previous purchase made me laugh)
One (1) nagging sensation that one is being included on activities and discussions not from actual interest but habit. One suspects this is more due to next ingredient than anything else.
One (1) sense of isolation.
In conclusion: poke at your own risk, contents may explode.
In other news, with this entry up I am four short of a thousand. It probably says something about me that I'm hesitant about posting, with that knowledge.
One (1) lingering cold (postnasal drip, stuffed up sinuses, general lethargy)
One (1) irrevokable proof that internal body image matches not external body (clothes that don't fit generally fall into one of two sets: stretched across the bust [too small to look good], or bunched at the shoulder/bust intersection [too big]. Saturday's browsing got four shirts that did both at once in the dressing room.)
One (1) sense of resentment for opportunities lost (probably less intense than completely losing a proven ability, as opposed to a potential one, but still)
One (1) impending deadline (and further proof that depression in college is Bad, because I don't qualify for the graduate non matriculated status due to grade point average over the last ninety credit hours. Deadline for non matriculated application is 1st of December. Guess what I get to do tomorrow or Thursday)
One (1) inbox stack of Doom, despite sending the current database to the business babysitters before leaving for the weekend (although the lady who mailed in her '97 era floppy disk as proof of previous purchase made me laugh)
One (1) nagging sensation that one is being included on activities and discussions not from actual interest but habit. One suspects this is more due to next ingredient than anything else.
One (1) sense of isolation.
In conclusion: poke at your own risk, contents may explode.
In other news, with this entry up I am four short of a thousand. It probably says something about me that I'm hesitant about posting, with that knowledge.
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Date: 2007-11-27 08:20 pm (UTC)From:One (1) sense of isolation.
. . .we're having matching issues.
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Date: 2007-11-27 09:13 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2007-11-27 09:41 pm (UTC)From: