September 16th, 2002

planet

need something to read, yay for kleenex

I really feel like getting a subscription to a magazine. But I can't seem to find one dedicated to feminists who like to read long well-written articles about computer culture. Uhg. Women's magazines are flakey and retarded. Men's magazines, like maxim, are stupid and insensitive. I guess I like the articles in "Playboy" a lot more than almost any other magazine, honestly. I wonder what "Playgirl" is like? I just can't bring myself to get "Playboy", there's got to be another option out there.

In other news, I think I'm sick or something, I had the most miserable nose-blowing day ever. Around 2:30, I remembered a cold tablet I've had stuffed in my purse for months, so I took it, and that basically stopped the nose-blowing but left me totally out of it. I was heady and distracted, kept starring off into space for no good reason. I can't tell if it's a cold or allergies, really, it's definately allergy season, so that could be it, all I know is that I'm not feeling very excited about life because I have to blow my nose every ten minutes.

I also want a pill to take so I'll never feel bad for the people I work with. I feel like I can hear their thoughts... "She blows her nose eighty times an hour and bugs us for help about every little thing and can't talk about football. I know it's not her fault, but please, can we send her back?"

Really, they need better documentation on how to do everyday things, like parts kits. It frustrates me that I have to ask someone for the next step after, well, every step. Yes, it's just part of being new, but damn, if I were them I'd hate me.

Sometimes I hate me anyway. Or hate being in my nasty sniffy body.