keep your hand at the level of your eyes

I feel like shit. Still slightly nauseous from this morning, though the ginger ale (for real ginger ale, not that pansy-ass grocery store canned stuff) helped, and now I've got a headache that's making my eyesight pulse. Fuck.

But I got some calc done, and it's just that and my short little English paper for tomorrow. I still have to call US Cellular about my phone's continuing deadness, but that's not going to happen until I can talk without wincing.

( here's some enormous and pretty Alex Ross Batman art )

In case you haven't heard directly, I seem to have decided I want to teach middle- or high-school English. I mean, really, I'm seriously happy and content with that revelation/choice. So weird; I think it's the sickness talking.

I'll post a hit of crack later tonight, maybe.

For now, if you'll excuse me I have to finishing pimping BoP to someone and then take a nap.

terminal magniloquence may not be contagious

ok, you know what?

PNEUMONOULTRAMICROSCOPICSILICOVOLCANOCONIOSIS.

that's black lung disease (at least, I think it is; I've never actually looked it up -- mum and I just guessed from the greek and latin bases when I had to give a definition). I chose it for a spelling word in 4th grade.




because antidisestablishmentarianism was easy.

*goofy grin*