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This is turning into a very bad habit, this whole waking up with upset stomach thing. Most of the time food helps, and occasionally it makes me worse. Today is the latter. Didn't make it to Hebrew because it was not a good morning, got ready for history, grabbed breakfast, and breakfast involved me that there was no way I was going to history. C'est la vie.
In other sad news, my watch fell to its doom yesterday. My $44.00 watch from Disneyland that I was in love with and can't replace because I'll probably never ever make it back to Disneyland fell to its doom yesterday. Face plate smashed, gears jammed together...falling three feet onto cement flat does a real number on a watch. I'm working on getting a good picture of the damage, but my hand isn't steady enough. I did a good job, though. Now I need a new watch. Crap. I won't find one I like as much as my Goofy watch *sniffles*
Had a mental breakdown on Friday. I needed out of Utah...badly. Of course, no plane came to my rescue so I had to wait for it to pass. This exercise included blasting the Beach Boys and singing "California Dreamin'" (the Beach Boys version cuz I like it better than the original) at the top of my lungs. This was followed by hopping around the room screaming "We can't wait for June!!!!!" about as loud as I could on Surfin' USA. After that I felt much better. But, the prospect of it being the end of June before I see Cali again...gah, can't think about it. Can't think about my watch, either.
In other sad news, my watch fell to its doom yesterday. My $44.00 watch from Disneyland that I was in love with and can't replace because I'll probably never ever make it back to Disneyland fell to its doom yesterday. Face plate smashed, gears jammed together...falling three feet onto cement flat does a real number on a watch. I'm working on getting a good picture of the damage, but my hand isn't steady enough. I did a good job, though. Now I need a new watch. Crap. I won't find one I like as much as my Goofy watch *sniffles*
Had a mental breakdown on Friday. I needed out of Utah...badly. Of course, no plane came to my rescue so I had to wait for it to pass. This exercise included blasting the Beach Boys and singing "California Dreamin'" (the Beach Boys version cuz I like it better than the original) at the top of my lungs. This was followed by hopping around the room screaming "We can't wait for June!!!!!" about as loud as I could on Surfin' USA. After that I felt much better. But, the prospect of it being the end of June before I see Cali again...gah, can't think about it. Can't think about my watch, either.