Only the shallow know themselves. Oscar Wilde
I look at my semi-abandoned weblog and realize why it's in such a condition-I haven't sat down in front of a computer connected to the internet and spent enough time to compose anything in nearly a month. The past month has been, for lack of any better terms, interesting. So many lessons. Seemingly so little time in which they've been acquired.
But it brings me to my current status: There are times that I'm glad me and my roommate share things with each other. Then, there are other times when I despise the fact that we do.
Living in such close proximity to another human does have its advantages; however, the drawbacks include the fact that germs such as acute viral nasopharyngitis get transmitted much more easily than if two humans live separately.
As I'm emulating Frogger (and if you have to click on that link, I pity you) on Gervais Street this morning, it occurs to me that the fact that my nose is runny and my throat is aching probably is not a good thing. The fact that I'm popping Tylenol every six hours or so to remain functional does not indicate good things either. Incidentally, it's serouisly hard to dry-swallow pills when you're throat is aching.
I hate being sick. Aching doesn't bother me. What irritates me is it that seems the volume control has been turned to 185. Yes, the music still plays, but discerning any form what's being listened to is almost impossible.
This is what I feel like right now.
But it brings me to my current status: There are times that I'm glad me and my roommate share things with each other. Then, there are other times when I despise the fact that we do.
Living in such close proximity to another human does have its advantages; however, the drawbacks include the fact that germs such as acute viral nasopharyngitis get transmitted much more easily than if two humans live separately.
As I'm emulating Frogger (and if you have to click on that link, I pity you) on Gervais Street this morning, it occurs to me that the fact that my nose is runny and my throat is aching probably is not a good thing. The fact that I'm popping Tylenol every six hours or so to remain functional does not indicate good things either. Incidentally, it's serouisly hard to dry-swallow pills when you're throat is aching.I hate being sick. Aching doesn't bother me. What irritates me is it that seems the volume control has been turned to 185. Yes, the music still plays, but discerning any form what's being listened to is almost impossible.
This is what I feel like right now.
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