Whiny Bi-polar, Verbose, Wry Orangutan Jen. Waaaaaaaaaaah. I’m tired. Tired and ennul. I got out of bed at 12 and it is 6 pm! Tired? I should have stayed out in the snow. Trenchantly speaking, I was happy. I had energy. I got inside and the lifeblood was sucked out of me. Suddenly lachrymose. John calls this Jen “needy Jen.” My voice goes up an octave and I whine of priapism. Erin also told me I am very whiny right now. Why? Whhhhhhhhhhhyyyyy? I need something to doooooooooooooooooo. I could fulminate and interpolate a new blog? I could find something to do. But I want to curl in my bed and do nothing. Wah. Sasha Kitten is very needy right now as well. He has been by my side since I walked in the door. Hiding under the blankie with me. Running along besides my feet at every move. He is currently curled up on the chair next to me sleeping.Erin asked if I wanted to see a movie. I went off on a whiny Jen rant about how all movies are stupid. All the juggernauts of Oscar nominated movies are vapid and dumb. Oh, your banal house was taken away from you and thereis fog. Exciting. Oh, another pithy war movie. Oh, you are an obdurate, nefarious miscreant of a serial killer. Oh, I am Sean Penn and I am all unctuous and dramatic. Oh, I am a drab movie about a racehorse. Dumb movies. I am not a big moviegoer, but to me all these movies seem dead on boring. Of course Erin was talking about renting a movie due to our impecunious nature but still.

And here’s another thing for me to lambaste. Lays in the stackable container. I bought potato chips on my way home. An evil thing to do. I do not keep these items in my house, ever for a reason. Yeah. I bought the stackable Lays “Original Lays” they say. I assume I will eat less if they are in a little container. Mind you the damn chips are not Lays at all they are Pringles disguised as Lays. Not even double secret underground, the comparison is apparent. Blah. If I freaking wanted Pringles, I would have bought Pringles. I should write to the damn company and get my money back. See, now that is something I could do. Or I could blog about it. Hey at least the blogging got me out of bed. I suppose I could finish cleaning up the apartment. Or do laundry, or read.or.or.continue to extrapolate Magnetic Poetry “Genius Edition” words into this entry, but alas that would be too brazen of a move.