my mother = painkiller lightweight. she totally cracks me up with how loopy she’s been after hardly any drugs. ((gallbladder taken out this morning))
Mom: I really liked my anesthesiologist
Me: yea, me too. Was she Russian?
Mom: I don’t know…but if she was, it didn’t bother me.
Me: *thinking: why would it bother you?* noooo mom. Russian, not rushing!
Mom: (in an overly loopy voice) ….oh.
and just now: “I feel like I’ve been smoking pot or something”
yepp…I love her.
sitting on a school computer and realizing that when I type in “tu” to start typing n tumblr.com, it lists the auto-fill options as “tumblr.com/tagged/daniel+johns” “tumblr.com/tagged/silverchair” and “tumblr.com/tagged/david+foster+wallace” from visits I made last week.
…so awkward. but at least I’m spreading awesomeness to anyone who tries to go to tumblr on this computer :)