and the words, they just come

the noise was incredible, it sounded like a bomb going off. i jerked awake from a dead sleep and waited for sirens or screams while i shivered from the shock of what i’d heard.
as the moments ticked past, i began to wonder if it was a dream, if i had only imagined it. i got up and walked to the window. opening a gap in the blinds with my fingers, i peered out into the night. no smoke. no fire. no sirens. no neighbours turning their lights on to investigate.
“i’m going nuts,” i thought.
then the sky lit up and ripped apart again.
yes, gentle readers. that is how i discovered there was a storm last night. dramatic, yes? ah, yes. it is all about the drama.
in other news, i have two very large shoutouts to the minnesotans who love boobies: jodi & jeremy. thank you both very much for sponsoring my participation in this year’s run for the cure. c’mon people! you can’t let minnesota win! cough up the cash! it’s for the boobies! you like boobies, don’t you?
have i mentioned the waste of time once upon a time in mexico was? if it hadn’t been for johnny depp, i would have walked out. as it was, i very nearly fell asleep three-quarters of the way through. of course, it was almost midnight by that time, but still it was a fairly disappointing experience. the best part of friday evening was the boatloads of thai food karen & i ate and the new cordless phone i bought while we terrorized london drugs while waiting for the movie to start.
the rest of the weekend was fairly dull. miscommunication, or rather the lack of communication, on saturday forstalled card night with m&m, which left me to my own boring devices. of course, i’d had such a crappy start to that day what with a “dear god please make the light stop and the world quiet or else i’m going to puke my guts out” migraine that a quiet evening wasn’t unpleasant at all. thank goodness for csi reruns.
sunday was domestic day. laundry, closet cleaning, dish washing, tidying, etc were capped off with a visit from shane. that boy is… interesting. he’s quite the bundle of contradictions. who knew six months ago when i first saw him in that pascal class we’d be hanging out and smooching? definitely not i! this marks the first time i’ve ever gotten any real play from a general run of the mill crush. to all the crush-ed out there i must declare… don’t give up hope! it can happen to you!
all right, i’m absolutely manic with the typing this morning. time to drink more coffee and put these fingers of fire to more mundane, work-related tasks. happy tuesdays to you all!