And when I haven’t updated for a while and go to update, I tend to forget everything that’s happened since I last updated. Ooh, I Hate Everything About You just started playing. *puts it on repeat*

My mom just walked in here waving a big ol’ permanent ink marker, and now the airs smell really nice.

So the other night at work, it was on Cartoon Network or whatever, and there was Samurai Champloo and Trigun dubbed and I wanted to die. We must be near the end of a season or something, ’cause it was, like, the second-to-last episode of each. Dubbed. Fortunately, I don’t sit too near the TV’s.

ONLY WHEN I STOP TO THINK ABOUT YOU I KNOW

I have worked at midnight all this week, so I am unusually tired and my eating schedule is whacked. Lunch at 330 and dinner at 9 is odd. I kinda like the shift better, though; it’s slower, as we usually pick up at around 8 so leaving then is cool. Not that I’ve gotten much writing done at work lately. Hell, not that I’ve gotten much writing done lately at all.

Speaking of writing, I did faerytalk for, I think, eleven stories yesterday. I knew I was behind, but I didn’t realize I was that behind. Not that anyone really reads author’s notes, but it pains me not to have them there. Ah, but it is good to have access to my site again. Lovelove computer and internet access.

I dreamed the other night that Saitou and I were in the same year at Hogwart’s, and I was totally crushing on him. Hermione, who was my best friend, was trying to convince me that he liked me back, but I was not confident. Then there was something with the heads of house and some giant tree in Dumbledore’s office, and a painting on a wall, but I don’t remember it all. Possibly because it didn’t make sense at the time. Then I had some other dream I wanted to record, but I’ve forgotten it. Methinks Fiddychan was in it.

YOU HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT ME

I got my Video Game Jockey, so I can play console games on my computer monitor and will never have to buy a TV, da ha ha. Streamlined geekdom. In this way, finally beat Snowhead Temple.

All relatives are gone, as Easter has passed. They left candy.

The weather is doing its usual thing and being indecisive. This makes me indecisive also as to whether I should keep wearing my big boots to work or not.

Tony Manuel’s account finally got suspended for fraud for excessive credits. Notes indicated he has to pay us back $95.00 to get it unsuspended. I have a feeling this will not keep him from calling in and asking me whether I have a new girlfriend yet. The ethical question now is, since he is no longer a paying customer (not that he was ever much of one), am I justified in continuing to humor him?

I HATE YOU HATE I HATE YOU LOVE ME

OK, I know I had more things to say. I just can’t remember a damn one of them. I think I was going to bitch about P, but I seriously can’t remember. Oh, well. Goodness knows we don’t really need more bitching from me, heh.

WHY DO I LOVE YOU?

(I fucking love this song)