I haven't really had much of interest to write. I mean, school started again, so there's that. I had a yucky run-in with someone I never wanted to see again which pretty much ruined my week and turned my head and rumpled heart all topsy turvy, so there's that. Oh, and I have some self-diagnosed virulent strain of mono-pneumonia that Eddie has decided shall be named after me - Anonymous Hottie coccus (since diseases always seem to end in coccus). There's a joke hiding in there somewhere, but I am just kind of tired, so I will let you fish it out.
But I am throwing a ridiculously awesome party this weekend, so I am hoping that will improve my topsy-turviness and provide me with amusing fodder for a non-depressing post. And? When I throw parties and have a keg? I get good beer. Yep, a half-barrel of Fat Tire is on its way to the AH-Murphy abode. Mmmmmm. And since it is like -3 in Chicago, I don't even have to buy ice. What friendly weather!
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Anytime the word coccus gets used, it makes me giggle.
Fat tire??? You told me Newcastle. That does it, I'm not going to come to the party now... :(
This weather is brutal and that is all I have to say. Ugh. My nose froze inside last night.
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