I'm sick. I half been going at half speed all day, except for the last two hours. When I have been going at no speed. Since around 6:30 pm, I have been lying in bed. It feels kind of good to be lazy, and I would totally enjoy this if it weren't for the searing pain in the back of my nasal passage. That's not so nice.

Maybe I should go read a book.

I couldn't sleep after that either

I recently watched Sleepless in Seattle and decided it would be better if they had taken out Meg Ryan. Suddenly, it becomes a masterfully crafted film about a father dealing with single parenting after the death of his wife. And it could be done pretty easily. There are very few scenes in which Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan actually interact, and you end it about five minutes sooner, just after Tom Hanks reunites with his son (who, by the way, is a little demonic). The only problem would be some of the sound editing in scenes that switch back and forth between the Meg Ryan and the Tom Hanks storyline, but I feel certain it's possible. And it removes all the whole creepy stalker issue that is Meg Ryan.

This isn't the same thing, but it's almost as good:

In a perfect world, I would spend the day drinking obscene amounts of tea, reading Orlando, and cuddling. But this is not a perfect world.

Damn.

A New Blog

I already have a blog, so this may seem a little redundant. However, my other blog fulfilled a very specific purpose: it recorded study abroad adventures. It told sometimes funny (but usually not) anecdotes about my time in France and included as many photos as I could bother to upload. Everyone wanted to know about France, so I handed out the URL to every Tom, Dick, and Harry.

And to my grandmother.

Now that I'm back at college, I have no more need for a study abroad blog, but I am compelled to write down my rambling thoughts, record strange experiences, and introduce my favorite links to others. And sometimes these things will be funny, sometimes pathetic, and sometimes ridiculous, all in the arrogant hope that someone will find it mildly interesting.

But I don't want that someone to be my grandmother.

The last thing I want to feel is censorship. There were times in France I worried over a sentence or link because I knew my grandmother would see it. And I knew she was easily shocked. For that reason, I have created a blog with some semblance of anonymity. It's not because I'm ashamed of anything I have to say. Not at all. I don't really care if you know who I am. I don't really care if you connect me to this blog.

As long as you aren't my grandmother.