My darling (read: irritating) cat sat on my phone and somehow, somehow, managed to turn it to “Driving Mode.” It has taken me 10 minutes and searching around to turn the damn thing off.
All was not lost, however, as I stumbled across these gems in the news…
3 arrested at Mass. baby shower brawl—funny, yet sad (particularly the part where a five-year-old drinks beer.)
Couric to become sole news anchor—she’s moving to CBS. Tell me why I hate this woman.
Professor’s remarks on overpopulation stir up a furor—because he thinks we should knock off a few million people to save the Earth. Not that I agree with that at all… ::moves frantically behind blog curtain::
Yep, you read it correctly. I can’t sleep, so I’m..I’m… entertainingmyselfbyflippingthroughmyspaceandohgodIamsoashamed.
Fortunately I still haven’t joined (never ever), but it’s becoming a bizarre little thing for me. See, I can flip through these hideous things and assault my eyeballs (and my brain) and after an hour or so, I start to get sleepy.
One question—all these people lie about how much money they make, right? Because if some of these chumps (who, I can tell you, were not the brightest of the bunch) who I know from high school are really making that much money, I’m just going to lose it.
I had hope for a fleeting second that I would be entertained by someone else ::coughMoocough::, but he obviously didn’t get enough sugar today and retired to his tent.
So…. whatcha all doin’?
Why this entertains me is anyone’s guess… hehehe
—Yeah, apparently I started this post at 4AM. God only knows why that was funny, but hell, everything is funny at 4AM.
I slept for three hours. Our work email servers are being bastards and half our mail was being held at the great big server place in the sky… until this morning, at 630AM. Wherein an influx of 45 emails from yesterday came into my inbox.
One of my mother’s cats (the 17 year old ones) cannot seem to poop.. exactly. It’s stuck. Yeah, got that image in your head? So my mom comes downstairs and tells me she got most of it out, but she has to go to work and I said, “Well did you lock her up” and she responds, “I don’t have time and could you finish cleaning her?”
My response: “Um, no.”
Mom: “But your cat poops on the floor and you clean it up.”
Me: “Yes, but it’s hard and it’s not as if I am violating her by pulling it out of her pooper while she screams for mercy.”
Mom: “What are you going to do when you have kids?”
Me: “Send them to you, duh. What did you think?”
Today is not a good day.
You know I’m back to normal when I decide to blog, at 2AM, that I am working. Yeah, it disgusts me too.
However, here’s something interesting… go tell Moo what he’s looking for in a date and vice versa.
Hell, it’s 2AM and that’s what I’m doing.
—Too much coffee and too much work makes the insider an insomniac. It’s sad, really.
I’ve fixed the CSS per Moo.
Let me know if that fixes the uppercase problem in the comments.
Complainers. ::grumble, grumble::
(j/k —I’m going home, I’m all about the loooove)
Oh yeah.. and I’m at 1.3—guess who’s COMPLETELY NORMAL? Granted, only my numbers are normal, but hey, at least that’s something.. 😉
The Man has this thing about a new movie coming out called “Snakes on a Plane,” starring Samuel L. Jackson.
Fark.com does Photoshop contests regularly… and guess what one of their most recent ones was? That’s right, “Snakes on a Plane.”
The winner….
My personal favorite…
Yeah.
I’m bored.
And I really, really want to be somewhere else.
You can’t tell, can you? 😉
In the span of three minutes there has been: a torrential rainstorm, a bright, sunny sky and rather large hail.
Washington weather… it’s really something.
I’m supposed to be booking my flight home (woohoo.. April 13), but you tend to get distracted when giant iceballs start smacking the window and four cats go batshit.
Well I’ve finally been found out. The people know that I’m in town and I’ve already had two phone calls and three emails today. Word spreads like the bloody plague around here, sheesh.
I’ve started looking for airfare to go home, so I’m still trying to slip out without having to see anyone. Sounds terrible, I know, but it’s really not. I’ll see everybody next time I’m in town.
One of the people who emailed me told me they had run into someone I used to know. Someone who knew about a little dream business I had, someone who I had talked about doing it with and someone who is now doing it… without me. And it was my dream.
That shouldn’t bother me, I suppose. I can still do it, but that’s not really the point now, is it?
I don’t know if I’m more upset because they’re doing it or because they’re doing it without me.
We launched another site today… oh the stress. I’m now coming down off a two-pots-of-coffee, up-at-7AM high… and I am crashing, lol.
Did you know that if you stop all caffeine/stimulants all together for two months, when you start back again, you’ve lost all your tolerance? I used to be able to down a pot of coffee and sleep like a baby. Now I’m jittery and will undoubtedly be wired for the rest of the night.
Perhaps I’ll see if I can go stalk that person on MySpace tonight (if they’re on there) and leave snippy comments about STEALING SOMEONE ELSE’S DREAM.
Ahem…::clears throat::
Not that I’m at all perturbed by that or anything.
Check an old email account, find an email from an old high school detailing their recent admittance to the weird world of MySpace, click on the link and subsequently find scads of high school friends (all still living in this area) on MySpace.
Oh. dear. sweet. misery.
Somehow, in the several years we’ve been out of high school, they’ve:
- become swingers.
- had their little brother/sister get married.
- forgotten how to a) spell and b) use proper grammar.
- become raging alcoholics.
And what have I concluded from this little jaunt down memory landfill? That none of them have grown up and that I’m lucky as hell I moved out of the area.
I might be scarred from this experience.
I’d handle it so much better if I could down some vodka. That always helps. 😉
