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apocalypsosHey, guess what I didn't have to do today? I didn't have to get a ride home from work or to work because I drove my car. Granted, my inspection's expired, but my dad wasn't all too keen on picking me up or dropping me off and after yesterday neither was I. Yes, right after work when what I really want to do is sleep, let's go Black Friday shopping! *headdesk*
Which is basically why I drove home as fast as possible, because I wanted to actually get some sleep today as opposed to yesterday when I stumbled into bed about nine and had to get up at one. GROAN. I'm going to have to retry that conversation with my parents where I explain that when I go away from my apartment at night it is NOT to a giant bed factory where I take nice long test naps on the mattresses.
I almost have most of BSG downloaded, although God knows I can't even watch it until I get NaNo and Yuletide done. If there's a chance of me getting swept up into a new fandom that's going to take a while to slog through, doing so with writing assignments due probably isn't the best idea. Watching Dexter, however, is to start IMMEDIATELY. I made the mistake of watching the first ten minutes of the first episode right before I left for work. Well, that's one way to make the rest of the workday officially unbearable with the desire to go home. On the plus side, I am now prepared for me and my brother to go to the movies on Monday for some quality time together before which I'll catch up on my TV shows on my Zen and he'll play his PS2 or whatever the hell it is with such an intent that he won't notice an atomic bomb being dropped on his head. And yet we'll both be perfectly content with this setup. Heh.
I made a deal last night with one of the lesbians at work that I'd get her Jessica Alba for Christmas if she'd get me Jensen. The best part is that when I admitted that I'm gay for Eliza Dushku she volunteered to pick her up on the way back from kidnapping Jensen for me. SCORE!
Oh, and yesterday while we were Christmas shopping my mother saw me eyeing a set of 100 colored gel pens, sighed, and put them in the cart to give to me at Christmas. Woohoo! I pretty much told her right off the bat that all she could give me was that and a package of legal pads and I'd be thrilled beyond comprehension. I don't need much to entertain me -- that's what my sick, sordid imagination for. ;)
Did I mention that my uncle the published writer loved what he's gotten a chance to read from the copy I gave him of The Monsters of Moosic and said I was a really good writer? Yeah, that's right, my uncle the published writer. I'll keep calling him that because it's just that cool. (Hey, it's one thing to hear it from friends, it's another to hear it from family, you know? :))
Which is basically why I drove home as fast as possible, because I wanted to actually get some sleep today as opposed to yesterday when I stumbled into bed about nine and had to get up at one. GROAN. I'm going to have to retry that conversation with my parents where I explain that when I go away from my apartment at night it is NOT to a giant bed factory where I take nice long test naps on the mattresses.
I almost have most of BSG downloaded, although God knows I can't even watch it until I get NaNo and Yuletide done. If there's a chance of me getting swept up into a new fandom that's going to take a while to slog through, doing so with writing assignments due probably isn't the best idea. Watching Dexter, however, is to start IMMEDIATELY. I made the mistake of watching the first ten minutes of the first episode right before I left for work. Well, that's one way to make the rest of the workday officially unbearable with the desire to go home. On the plus side, I am now prepared for me and my brother to go to the movies on Monday for some quality time together before which I'll catch up on my TV shows on my Zen and he'll play his PS2 or whatever the hell it is with such an intent that he won't notice an atomic bomb being dropped on his head. And yet we'll both be perfectly content with this setup. Heh.
I made a deal last night with one of the lesbians at work that I'd get her Jessica Alba for Christmas if she'd get me Jensen. The best part is that when I admitted that I'm gay for Eliza Dushku she volunteered to pick her up on the way back from kidnapping Jensen for me. SCORE!
Oh, and yesterday while we were Christmas shopping my mother saw me eyeing a set of 100 colored gel pens, sighed, and put them in the cart to give to me at Christmas. Woohoo! I pretty much told her right off the bat that all she could give me was that and a package of legal pads and I'd be thrilled beyond comprehension. I don't need much to entertain me -- that's what my sick, sordid imagination for. ;)
Did I mention that my uncle the published writer loved what he's gotten a chance to read from the copy I gave him of The Monsters of Moosic and said I was a really good writer? Yeah, that's right, my uncle the published writer. I'll keep calling him that because it's just that cool. (Hey, it's one thing to hear it from friends, it's another to hear it from family, you know? :))
