Went shopping today. Spent WAY too much money. But I got the book I've been meaning to buy forever, One True God: Historical Consequences of Monotheism by Rodney Stark. Blasphemous fun! And I was pleasantly surprised to find that Barnes and Noble carries the Fortean Times. Yay!

Dan and I bought each other Beanie Babies. I got him a little teddy bear covered in shamrocks and he got me a lynx. With little tufted ears and big paws and everything. Kawaii kawaii kawaii!

There was a very pushy lady in Fleet Farm today. Dan was just looking at some Dickies work shirts and pants and stuff and she kept asking, ''is there anything you need? Can I help you with something?? Do you want to try something on??!'' It was like she was paranoid that we were going to shoplift some carpenter pants and twizzlers or something. Bitch.

We're going to have Easter dinner with Dan's family tomorrow. To me it's just another Sunday that just happens to involve the eating of ham. I'm not sure how big of a deal it is to his family, though. I'm guessing it's just another casual excuse to get together. Whatever.

The Sims Vacation expansion pack has been released behind my back. I demand my federal tax refund NOW!

Erectile dysfunction is fun to say. Come on, say it with me: erectile dysfunction!

I got some catnip bubbles for Sara and Grady but they seem to be more scared of them than anything. At least it keeps me entertained. Bubbles! Whee!

I have the urge to write continuously for five minutes again. So here I go. It's brain dump time. What am I going to do this weekend? I guess I can try to relax but I'm not sure I can do that. I can barely meditate anymore. I should just do a LOT of yoga this weekend or something. Oh damn, I forgot about the tea simmering on the stove....

Yay, Friday. But it doesn't feel like Friday because I have absolutely no plans this weekend. It's been what, a month since that happened? Weird. I guess I'll be reading my Time-Life books. I hope I get my federal tax refund this weekend so I can go out and buy one of those exercise machines that that one guy who has the sob story about getting hit by a car and getting fat and depressed yadda yadda yadda.

Gazelle Edge. That's it.

I think somebody poisoned my fish. They were perfectly happy yesterday, swimming around in clean, clear, stank-free water. This morning I get to work and I notice a funky smell in my cube. My tank is a funky brown-yellow color, both fish are dead and discolored, and the water is foamy. The cleaning people will be ritually cursed if it happens again. What kind of sick fuck kills a girl's fish?

Music today is very disappointing. The whole ''nu metal'' genre makes me sick. Not only is is spelled incorrectly, but it's an awful amalgamation of bad pop, bad grunge, and (ewww...) country. Godsmack? Nickleback? Puddle of fucking Mudd? Why are these all on the Billboard top ten? And Creed, for fuck's sake. Fucking Creed.

Fuckkity fuck fuck. I'm feeling very vulgar today. Probably because of that O'Reily special on Fox last night, ''The Corruption of America's Children.''

It's not society's responsibility to raise your children for you. Period. Now shut the hell up. There, I've said it. Is there a problem with things being inappropriately marketed to a young audience? Of course. Both today's parents and the entertainment industry need to make drastic changes.

A 17-year-old Denver girl was viciously slashed Tuesday afternoon, and the word ''dyke'' was carved into her forearm with a razor.

I'm all for gathering together a posse and hunting these little fuckers down. ARGH! This makes me just want to beat things.

You know that new Midnight Oil song? You know that beginning line where the guy says something like "...but the sky's still filled with staaaaahhs."

That part makes me want to rip my radio off my desk and stomp on it repeatedly. I don't know what it is about that damn whispery "staaaaahhs" thing that makes my bile rise. The entire rest of the song is just fine.

Snapshot:
Music: Some damn REM song.
Food: Not hungry for once.
Drink: Not thirsty
Temperature: Eh. Bordering on either too hot or too cold.
Bored? Waiting for a download.

I have an appointment to get my hair braided next Friday. Yay!

I've come to the conclusion that peeing feels really, really good.

I'm making progress in my battle with the cookies. I just opened up a little package of chocolate and orange "biscuits" (silly English), broke off a piece of one cookie, and threw the rest away. Yay! I had a bit of an internal struggle before this happened. I knew I shouldn't eat cookies but I was going to do it anyway. Right after eating a big bowl of soup. Bad Pika! Bad! Bad!

Stupid bastard ERP isn't working. Again. I can't work like this!

Oh well.

I dreamed about my fish last night. Odd. I've also been having a lot of dreams about my family, my brother in particular. I can't remember the specifics of last night's dreams but I know my family was there. I wanted to badly to sleep in this morning. I knew I should have gone to bed at or before 10:00 last night but I got caught up on one of the books I just got from the dollar store. I got a bunch of the books in Time-Life's "Mysteries of the Unknown" series. Yay! I'm working on the one about signs and divination. Lovely! I wish I could go to the 2002 Fortean Times Unconvention in London. And why can't I find a ghost research society in the Twin Cities area?

I forgot to take out the giant garlic clove I put in my chicken soup last night. I'm SO tempted to eat it right now but I better not for the sake of my coworkers. The Account Services department is going out to Houlihan's for lunch today to celebrate the meeting of a few of our department goals. I just have to remember -- protein, protein, protein, and very few carbs! Argh. Dieting sucks.

I went for a brisk walk in the Lake Calhoun area yesterday. I'm way more out of shape than I thought. My legs were extremely stiff the whole time. Maybe I shouldn't have been walking so fast, but I really wanted to work up a bit of a sweat. I didn't even come close to walking around the whole big part of the lake. I stuck to the area around the small part. That bridge is a lot longer on foot than it looks from the car. Hopefully today more of the snow will have melted off the paths.

Homemade chicken soup is yummy.

My mind is as blank as a fart.

Peaceful.
Orisinal is one of the worst time-wasting sites around. So restful. So pastel. Ahhh....

The Violent Femmes' American Music video is possibly the most disturbing yet oddly satisfying video I've ever seen.

Mmm... salad.
I found the Yogi Tea Fasting Tea I've been looking for forever at Byerly's. Hooray! It's so nice outside today that I'll finally be able to get some exercise again. It's going to be a bad morning, I'm sure. I'm going to go to 2nd Wind Sports and possibly buy a little machine of some sort. Yay!

Snapshot:
Music: Weezer - Island in the Sun
Food: none
Drink: Five roses ceylon tea blend + rooibos + fennel seed = appetite suppressant tea (and quite possibly a hideoous spelling error)
Temperature: it's fucking cold up here. I love my heater.
Bored? dur dur dur

I wanna go to Japan and look at all the purty cherry blossoms.

Selig Ready To Hand Twins World Series Trophy

One fan asked Selig how he'd feel if he'd have to had the World Series trophy to the Twins.

Selig responded, "I'd be very happy to do that. They have a great, young club, and I would have no trepidation at all handing them the trophy. Contraction came from all the owners; they were more united behind that than anything else in my 30 years in baseball."

Of course, in passing the buck to the owners, Selig confirmed what most Twins fans have felt all along -- that Selig is nothing more than a puppet controlled by the owners, instead of an impartial commissioner guarding the best interests of baseball as a whole.


Yeah, bite my ass, Bud.

You know what they should make? A squishy tea ball. I want to squish every list bit from my tea leaves and not end up with a puddle on my desk when I set the tea ball down.

Or I could just invest in a little saucer, I suppose. But the squishy tea ball would be loads more fun.

Little things at work keep popping up for me to do, which is fine, I guess. I finally got my Infinetivity account set up but I can't seem to get past the firewall here at work to FTP anything to my webspace. Must fix this.

Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored at work.

Okay, how does Launch figure I would EVER want to listen to "More Than Words" by Extreme?

Cookies. I'm surrounded by lots and lots of cookies. I've been gorging myself on shortbread all day. There are piles and piles of strange Mexican and English cookies ('scuse me -- biscuits) everywhere. MAKE THEM STOP SENDING US COOKIES!

Argh, Launch is borked right now. I've been running a mild temperature for the last few days and I desperately need more sleep. That's what I get for not going to bed early when I know I should.

I've spent half my day trying to figure out our new scanner software. I'm really annoyed that I wasted so much time on it. Oh well. I've got to train people next week. At least Launch is back up. Sort of. Heh... it makes some pretty odd choices based on my music ratings. I just got done listening to "Video Killed the Radio Star" by the Buggles. The one hit wonder of all one hit wonders.

Could it be...? Is it really true? Am I completely caught up at work?

My new favorite toy is Launch, formerly Yahoo Music. GREAT!

I'm sick of being sick.

I called Qwest today about our outrageous bill. I was expecting it to be like pulling teeth getting these weird charges waived but the lady got the charges reversed in less than two minutes. No hassling required. Damn, I was ready to rip them a new asshole.

I got a little Gatomon stuffed animal from Dairy Queen today. Words can't express my joy. I still need a little Patamon toy. At least I can justify eating fast food by getting the small portions in the kids meal.

I'm almost completely done with my taxes. All I have left is my property tax refund and I'm in the clear for another year. Yay!

I have the most annoying urge to write but my brain is empty. I guess I'll just try writing for a straight five minutes or so without stopping. This is hard. I'm listening to "Only a Memory" by the Smithereens. I wonder whatever happened to that band? Speaking of music, I keep telling myself that I need to download some Breeders CDs because I can't seem to find them at CD shops anywhere around here. What to write next? It's slightly chilly in here. I went to see a psychiatric nurse today to get my prescription changed and ended up crying for some reason. It's like it was for old time's sake. Every time I went to that place in high school I did nothing but cry. I never got anything accomplished besides making my face all red and puffy. Anyway, I'm going to try something that I don't have to worry about every day. I wonder why I have an easier time remembering things that don't occur every single day. It should be so easy - get up, take medication, brush teeth. I have my little pill organizer right next to the sink where I look at it each and every morning but something just doesn't click in my head. Hmm. I wonder if I'd completely forget to get my depo-provera shot if I didn't get a little notice in the mail every three months. Hmm. Okay, now I'm listening to "Ball and Chain" by Social Distortion. What a great band. I wonder if they're still around. I'm sure Dan would know. How he keeps tabs on seemingly every band on the planet including local ones is beyond me. It must be that musician gene that only a few people have. I reinstalled PC-cillin tonight because I started getting paranoid. Somehow I ended up with some weird toolbar in IE that I don't know where it came from.

Time for a paragraph break. I'm switching ISPs, which is wonderful, but they haven't called me back yet. I signed up online and they're supposed to get a hold of me when everything is ready to go. I'm getting impatient even though I just signed up this morning. The sooner I can give less money to Qwest the better. I'm really pissed because we can't get AT&T Broadband at our apartment. I really want a package that includes digital phone, digital cable, and broadband Internet access. Those Time-Warner bastards don't offer digital phone service and they're too expensive anyway.

Wine is good.

How's this for a headline? Maggots Infested Noses of Two Comatose Patients. Now who's hungry?

Last night was a hoot. We went to Luce, had some pizza and there was silliness. We called MsChilePepper and there was silliness. We went bowling and there was silliness.

Dan, Kymm, and I went to the Wild Super Skills competition today. I didn't know what exactly to expect but it was really fun. I got my jersey signed and Dan got my Richard Park picture signed. Yay!

Tired. Coughing. Ears are stuffy. Ew.

Yay! Brunchmeet tonight! I thought I wasn't going to be able to get to RGB's because the board was acting up and I couldn't get to the directions which I so intelligently left on my PM inbox.

I completely forgot that Kris bought Dan and I tickets to the Bad Religion/Less Than Jake show last night. I was driving home listening to the radio and thinking, "damn, I really should go to the Indigo Girls show tonight." I was about to call up Kymm because she shares this guilty Indigo Girls pleasure but I remembered that she left for New York already. Then I checked the message on my phone and it was Dan reminding me of Bad Religion. Whoops. This was right after Verizon's voice mail system told me that I had 30 messages when I really had 3.

Had a weird night last night where I almost ended up crying a few times (because I rarely let my emotions come out until they burst out in the form of tears). Dan and I had a bitch-fest regarding this rotting carcass smell eminating from the Coke cooler in the apartment. I wanted to take care of it right away because it was making me nauseous and I didn't want the stank to start seeping out into the hallway. Dan was impatient and wanted to leave to meet up with Kris at Cossetta's. It's not like we were late or anything. And after spending three days of constant nausea and a full day of vomiting I didn't want to come home exhausted after the show to the smell of Killer Ass. I dumped some bleach into the cooler to hopefully take care of the problem at least somewhat and Dan freaked out. There was beer in there, but it's not like bleach can osmose itself through the cans into the beer itself. So the car ride to St. Paul was pretty much silent.

Then after the show we went to McGovern's with Chad and I ended up kicking Dan because I thought he was about to tell Chad that he didn't think his marriage was going to work out. This is not something you want to tell someone who just got engaged and is going to marry the girl he's been seeing for five years in a little over a year. He ended up just telling him that he didn't think his fiancée would let him play in a band. Chad said that he knew her feelings about his being in a band and he had thought long and hard about his entire situation with Anamnesis being semi-finished and all. So basically Dan didn't tell him anything he didn't already know. PHEW!

The rest of the night was spent between Dan and I talking awkwardly about his feelings about marriage. He's afraid of ending up like his parents. They were together for over twenty years and just split up in 2000. I told him that nobody can predict the future and that fear is no reason not to at least give marriage a try. I didn't tell him that I think that in his parents' case and also in mine the marriages had stagnated for so many years because of lack of communication that they finally blew up. My parents were married precariously for fourteen years, festering in the fact that they really didn't know each other that well when they got married. It was never outright said. But everything finally culminated in my dad's cheating on my mom.

In Dan's parents' case they weren't even sleeping in the same bed for years. Big red flag. Big red flag!

I sound like such a bitch. But I just don't think that we need to believe that we are all locked into ending up like our parents. We all have free will and different marriages work and fail for different reasons. I want to get married someday, but I want to take things one step at a time. Get engaged for a while, then get married. Spend a few years with this person and do the things I've always wanted to do like travel and get a good paying job and buy a house and have two working vehicles. Then maybe pop out a kid or two when I'm around 30.

I've been hauling ass all morning here at work. I've got a lot of catching up to do and it's going to take me a long time to do it all. I've got to put together electronic sell sheets for all our new Silver Crane stuff and even though it's just a series of cutting and pasting it's taking forever. If only my heartburn would go away....

I've been snacking on shortbread and weird cookies from foreign lands all morning. I feel guilty. I should take a long walk today to make up for it.

I'm eating something called "Oriental Lemon & Ginger Biscuits." They're made by Paterson Arran Ltd in Scotland. They taste like spicy cardboard ass. But they're oddly addictive. I keep taking bites thinking that it's somehow going to taste better than the last bite. I'm disappointed each time. But undaunted. I'm also pissed that they used the term "Oriental." Who the hell says that anymore? Except for people who make "Oriental" flavored raman. Mmmm....

Saying someone is "Oriental" is like saying that all Koreans are Chinese. Argh. This reminds me of this.

Now I'm eating Paterson's Luxury Highland Rounds, which are "traditional all butter shortbread." Luxury shortbread. Sounds like it should come with tinted windows and leather seating. And a carphone, dammit. Whatever happened to carphones?

Boooooored.

"Gay rights activist Rolando Jiménez has branded Orozco as a 'homophobic and ignorant troglodyte.' " What a fabulous insult!

I was watching "That 80's Show" last night and I don't know how exactly I feel about the show's bisexual character. Sometimes I'm slightly offended. Then I always revert back to the "it's just a stupid TV show" attitude. The thing is, I don't know if that's right. I just don't want to see bisexuality - or any sexuality for that matter - turned into a joke.

Those idiots in California dog mauling case were found guilty on all counts today. FINALLY justice is served. When will people learn? Maybe now. I get so mad when I hear the story about the Wisconsin people who had a pack of six rottweilers that mauled a little girl. Now, I love rotties. They're sweet. But not in packs. I can see owning one or two, but six? What the hell? This is basic animal psychology. Basic crowd psychology. Large numbers of animals have a tendancy to go berserk.

About the girl who got hit by the hockey puck and died. That sucks. What a fluke. PAY ATTENTION TO THE GAME!

"Rep. Doug Stang, R-Cold Spring, proposed the amendment to scrap the domestic partner benefits. He said state employees and his constituents told him it was 'not appropriate' to offer them because the benefits would discriminate against unmarried heterosexual couples and increase state compensation costs."
But those heterosexual couples can always GET married. Homosexual couples can't. This is blatant discrimination. Why is it that people can't bring up the subjects of religion, race, sex, political orientation, or disability but it's just fine and peachy to discriminated based on sexual preference? What is this double standard?

I'm sick today. Puking, icky messy sick. At least I'm home.

There's something on my mind today but I don't know what it is. Maybe it's all the stuff I've been putting off around the apartment. I'd love to go on one of my weekly cleaning rampages but I don't have the energy today. I guess I'll just puke some more and play The Sims.

Today's weather in Hell is Seventies Variety Shows. Oh dear gods!

I've added a cheesy little mood indicator. We'll see how this works out.

My WinAmp playlist just went from the Backstreet Boys (Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely) to Fear Factory (Lynchpin). Wow. I think my head is going to explode. I just ate some ramen and now I feel sick again. Hope I can keep this down. It's too bad there's no little icon for the mood Huuurrrrrrrgh.

I shouldn't have looked outside because now it's snowing. Go away, white stuff! It's March! It's officially Spring! Out! Out!

I'm adding a few links to this page. The first is Biblical Inconsistencies, which is very interesting, in a heathanistic kind of way. Ra's Incessant Rambling is my friend's blog.

I can't figure out what is causing a script error on this blog. I'm going to have to go through the source code with a fine toothed comb. Which is fine, but I just don't have the time right now.

My coworkers decorated my area with pink streamers and balloons today. They also got my presents and food. I love presents and food! I got a Hello Kitty Pastel pencil holder, cellphone antenna dongle, and a pen with a sproingy kitty on top. Kawaii!

Dan's gift to me is a piercing. SUGOI! I think I'll get my nose pierced because I'd like to get my navel done when I lose weight. I would love to be able to show it off. And it's good motivation.

KICK ASS! I think I found my evil twin. Or maybe I'm the evil one. Either way, here's her blog: Blogdiggity

It's the day after the day after. The apartment is quite a mess but it's my day off so I really don't want to do anything about it right now. I'm going to have to do some laundry because I'm getting down to the last resort socks and undies. I sold four things on Ebay and made about $40. I could get used to this. I'm going to start selling my Zen Body Art stuff on Ebay.

Sara and Alicia looked kind of bored at Luce, but I'm not sure what I could have done to make things better for them. I got them out of the house. I shouldn't feel guilty about them not having a good time because that part isn't up to me. There. I feel better. I'm not taking responsibility for things that I have no control over. It's about time!

Ah, self therapy.

I'm feeling slightly panicked because this is my day off and I have a million things I'd like to do but I don't know where to start. I can't wait until I get my vacation time in May.

I feel horrible right now. I think my head is going to explode. My ears hurt, my head hurts, my throat hurts. I'm exhausted and I haven't even done anything for the last six hours. And I've had one thing running through my head all day....

Gonads in the LIGHTNING, in the LIGHTNING, in the rain

I had a very vivid dream last night. It involved mecha for the second time in a week. Specifically, I was piloting a mech of some sort. It was like a movie or a comic book. I was from some alien planet doing something here (in the future) and shooting some people in my mech or something and looking for a stone that was something like an aquamarine materia. This little crystal would call a ship or teleporter or something to take me home. But the bad guys somehow got a hold of the little materia thing before I did and it broke into many, many pieces and I had to go looking for them. There was something about a new olympic sport called "ice painting" and some really tiny people. And some other stuff. Weird. But really vivid.

Gonads and strife, gonads and strife, gonads and strife

I went to the little tea shop down on Lyndale today and the guy there was very unfriendly. I had interrupted him from painting something to ask if he had any fennel tea and how much he charged for rooibos (the nerve of me, I know!). Even if his prices were reasonable I never would have bought anything from him because he was an ass. It wouldn't have killed him to say something like "thanks for stopping in" or even act like he was remotely interested in selling anything. Crotchity old man.

Weeeee!

I went home yesterday at 2:00 and slept until 6:00. I didn't mean to sleep that long. But I've been feeling so shitty lately that it was probably a really good idea to get that much rest. Dan and I went to sleep at 9:00 last night. He got up early this morning to go to work and get more stuff done. I decided, hey, why not, and I left early too. It took me 20 minutes to half dig my car out from under the 6 inches of snow this morning. I'm surprised I didn't get stuck somewhere. They didn't plow Lyndale this morning, which surprised me. There's a snow emergency for the next three days and I'll be surprised if I don't get ticketed at least once. I never know where to park. My car died once this morning after stopping at a red light. It hasn't done that in a while. I really should get the oil changed.

This weekend is going to be nuts. A bunch of people are coming over tonight including Kris and Rob Jones. That will be interesting. But tomorrow morning we'll be having French Toast at Sunny Side Up! Yay! It's quite possibly the greatest food invention in the history of breakfast. Then Saturday night we're going to Pizza Luce. Then Sunday we're cooking the St. Patty's Day feast and probably going back out to Luce. Yay for Paid Personal Leave time on Monday!

Sara is worried about coming out with us tomorrow. She doesn't want to be interrogated about not drinking. I don't think that will be a problem in our group. And if anybody questions it I think it will be an honest curiosity questions rather than a "what's wrong with you?!" kind of thing. I mean, some of us used to be totally straight edge. We've been there.

This is a few days old now, but it still makes me giggle. GO FIGHTING WHITIES!

I'm here at work until 1:45. This sucks. I've got a lot to do at home. Oh well.

I am so tired today. I could barely get up this morning. Then once I got in the shower I didn't want to get out. Can't ... stop ... yawning ....

I just want to go home and sleep. And work on my computer.

I don't seem to have the energy to do much more than sit here and type. I have a bunch of filing to do. Yuck. ARGH! I am so bored! Okay, I need to write something more worthwhile than that. How about the MN Twins stadium bill?

I'm all for building an outdoor baseball stadium. That's fantastic. And I don't see why we can't offer a low interest or no interest loan to build it. What I don't understand is who wants/would get ownership of the stadium. Let's make it a public stadium! There'd be tons of new jobs!

Oh, and there's the issue of the Somalians who are in an uproar about the shooting of a mentally ill man who was waving around a machete and a crowbar and making threats. The police shot him (a lot) because he wouldn't drop the weapons. They'd shoot anyone who was threatening anyone with a machete and a crowbar. The Somalians are trying to make an argument about how they are being "targeted." I'm sorry, but I don't care if someone is white, black, red, yellow, blue, or purple; if they're waving a machete and a crowbar around I should hope the cops would do something about it!

"Hey! Police! Some guy is holding my sister up at knifepoint!"

"Oh yeah? What race is he?"

"What...? He's Hispanic, I think. Who cares! Help my sister!"

"Sorry, citizen, we already met our quota for busting Hispanic perps today. Try again tomorrow morning."

Oh, AND they're all in a tizzy about the bunch of Somalian illegal aliens getting deported. THESE ARE CONVICTED FELONS! If you don't commit a crime you'll have a lot less to worry about!

I think I finally have a plan for my birthday. I'd like to get a bunch of people together and just go to Pizza Luce. Hopefully I can make reservations.

My fishtank looks really good on my desk. Saturn and Neptune are active little things. I don't think they hate each other, and that makes me relieved. Poor Neptune's fins look a little chewed, though. I wonder if he was like that before I got him. Hope not. I'd feel horrible. He always looks so freaked out and Saturn always has his fins at full sail. Okay, it looks like Saturn is chasing Neptune around now. Poor little guy.

I've been listening to NPR/MPR for two days hoping that I will subconciously pick up tidbits about current events. Okay, I'm secretly hoping to make myself smarter. It's kind of nice having talk radio going because it's like white noise in the backround. Soothing.

I want to make oatmeal but my mug is being occupied by fennel tea. Oh the dilemma! I suppose I should just use my Santa head mug but that means I have to go wash it immediately afterwards lest I get Blueberries & Cream oatmeal cemented to the nooks and crannies of the inside of Kris Kringle's head. That's disturbing.

I'm really bored again.

Gaborick was named NHL player of the week. Yay! I wish I could have seen his hat trick. I hope Kymm got the tickets to the Skills competition. And I really hope I win the Richard Park rookie card on ebay.

I went all weekend without writing in this blog. I'm a little surprised at myself. Dan came home exhausted but mellow, bearing fish. Yay!

I've been busting ass all day at work. I think I've just about finished my account services duties; now it's time to move on to the IT stuff. Got a lot to do. It's about time.

I did the Colorgenics thing again today and it put into words what I've really been feeling lately. Basically frustrated and stagnant. I feel like I don't command enough respect at work and it's really getting on my nerves.

At least there's only less than an hour left of work. Sigh.

It's 11:30 on a Friday and I'm not doing anything. Yay!

The weather is very, very odd tonight. There's thunder and lightning and rain, sleet, and snow. I'm really not looking forward to chiseling my car out from its ice cocoon. I just home that we're sheltered enough at our apartment building to not have to deal with a power outage. That would really make me cranky. Right now I'm listening to my "cheesy pop" Winamp mix. Britney, Ricky, Ace of Base, boy bands, and cheesiness abound. It's a guilty pleasure. Like Madonna. Some hardcore chick I am.

Wait - I never claimed to be a hardcore chick. So that's okay. I'll listen to what I want, damnit!

What to do tonight? I guess I could play The Sims. Or work on FF9. For some reason I'm hesitant to finish the game because what then? I could start over, or -- gods forbid -- go back to FF8. Decisions, decisions!

Okay, here's today's real post - finally.

Can't figure out the Blog Skins deal. I guess I'll give it some time. I've got an hour and fifteen minutes left to be at work and I can finally begin my weekend. FINALLY.

Today's word of the day is: FINALLY.

Hey look, I think I'm beginning to get the hang of this. This is a lot more pretty than that other blog I was using before.

I miss Dan already. That's cheesy. But it's true.

I hope this blog is more user friendly than mydiary.org.

Okay, I seem to be having some trouble. Oh well, maybe it will clear itself up. I just wish I could somehow backdate entries to include my old stuff on mydiary.org.

Four days of...?

Dan's gone for four days up north with his dad on their big
ice fishing trip. So what am I going to do? I could
overclock my computer, I guess. But then what?

Maybe I'll go get that old IBM case at my parents' house
and start Frankensteining it.

Bore....

I am so painfully bored at work right now. I'm running out
of energy.

I wonder what happened this morning when I yanked the
covers back over me and Dan said, "ouch!" I wonder if he
was dreaming.

Five hours of sleep is not doing it for me. I knew going
out and drinking on a Tuesday night was a bad idea, but I
did it anyway. Well, I'm young and have a right to be
reckless. I better get it out of my system now.

It's March 5th.

Yup, less than two weeks until my birthday. We're probably
going to have people over on St. Patrick's Day for a feast
of irish food before we venture out to the bar scene. I
hope it's not crazy. Not that a Sunday ever stops anyone
from going out and drinking in the Twin Cities....

I can't believe my birthday is next week! I know I keep
saying that but it's true. This last year has been
completely insane. I can't remember another year where so
much has happened.

I moved, I got dumped by yet another gay man, I moved
again, entered a long term live-in relationship with an old
friend, rekindled old friendships, started new friendships,
got promoted at work, and I'm still in the process of
figuring myself out. I confuse myself. It's annoying.

But I'm happy with where I'm at now. I think I'll send my
resume off to PetSmart for a dog grooming job just for
shits and giggles. I guess I wouldn't mind a change of
pace and I know I'd have an absolute blast at that job.

So we might be going to the Wild game tonight! Yay! I don't care if
we miss half the first period getting rush tickets, I wanna see the
boys play! [censored] is going with [censored] and I wonder what sort of new
tension it will create. Oh well, the soap opera continues. I know
that he knows that I know that he knows (hee hee!) that she wants
him. Bad. So maybe I should just get real drunk and ask him flat
out what his feelings are. NO -- it's none of my business. So I
wait.... If one of them asks me to do something I'll gladly (but
cautiously) do it.

I always have dreams about being back in high school and it seems
like it sometimes.

I'm learning how to overclock processors. I'm going to give it a
whirl on my home HP. Then I want to get wacky and do all sorts of
case mods. I want lights and a water-cooled system and everything.
Geeky!

Hooray for Friday.

I'm not feeling quite as nauseous today, which is good.
But I can't stop yawning. I wonder if it's because I took
a generic sleeping pill last night?

Today marks the start of a very busy month.

Can I go home now?