What does it say about me that I have a brain melt (not a sandwich, and also not to be confused with a delicious brain taco) whenever the internet goes down, drink a bottle of wine and cry myself to sleep? I mean, I miss the hubby being here at home with me, but without internet I feel like I cease to exist. This is probably why I relate so well to julochka (who, according to the SA connotation of the word is a total babe, and also perhaps according to the American connotation, but that's not what I'm into). I can't but relate to her fear of going up in Chenin fumes if there's no 24h internet access.
Why am I on the verge of firing the maid again? Is it me after all? But, in my defense, she still did not understand what the wheels on the vacuum cleaner were for (she was carrying [and dropping] the thing) now that she finally understood that not only carpets are to be vacuumed. And I do think she is the explanation for my beat up toothbrush (Now keep another one underneath the sink. Yup. Paranoia).
What is this obsession that I have developed with sugar free chocolate? And yes, because I know you were wondering, it is in fact true what it says on the packaging: "Excessive consumption may have laxative effect".
Is it really possible to love a book as much as I love Junot Diaz's (this is allowed grammar nowadays) The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. I don't want it to end, which is an awesome excuse for not reading it and hanging out on the internet instead. Yesterday afternoon was bad - without the web I was forced to read 120 pages. I feel sad, since I know Oscar croaks.
Why does coffee taste better from a big cup? It does. It really does.
Why am I effectually avoiding my flesh and blood friends? Have I inadvertently gone completely hermit? Is it possible to count giving the guy mowing your lawn a glass of water as a friendly encounter?
I think today I'll have to venture out into the real world and go have coffee at a friend's house. Enough is enough.
Edit: I realize that combining large amounts of laxative chocolate and going out might not be the sanest thing to do, but I'm going to give it a go nonetheless. Bear with me.