And I'm not even drunk yet!

I feel like I have to print up some little cards and carry them with me everywhere so that when I make some reference to wanting a pony and people look at me like I'm deranged, I can hand them something which says:

No, I do not actually want a real pony. Any pony jokes I might make are references to the old standby that every little girl would like to be a princess and have a pony. I am a princess on the internet, which is the closest I'm ever going to get, but I do not actually own a pony. Hence the jokes.

Having said that, I just added a piny pony and a princess tiara to my Amazon wishlist.

... hey, it amuses ME, okay?

*squeaks*

rosetapestry sent me a book! And five pounds of gummi bears!

*hugs*

Thankyouthankyouthankyou! :)

(Let me repeat that. Five pounds of gummi bears. I think the only way I'm ever going to finish this is if I invite Jensen over my house and beg him to help me.)

So to celebrate my own personal mental health week ...

... I got back my laptop and boosted my dad's little screwdrivers.

*groans*

Okay, look, as I told my mom, if I could afford to give it to our family friend who fixes computers and say, "Do your magic," I wouldn't think of opening the back at all. My dad didn't want to in what I can only imagine was an attempt not to break anything in case said family friend did get his hands on it. The problem is that I have no damn money and I'm not about to ask a friend to do major repairs on my laptop that I can't afford to pay for.

And besides, if it's going to cost more than a couple hundred bucks, then I might as well go the distance and invest in an entirely new damn computer. And it's not like I didn't save everything important off the laptop already. Porn copied, documents on flash drive and on desktop.

You know what that means ... poking at stuff and seeing if it twitches.

\o/

Oh, don't give me that look. I'm not THAT bad. I just opened it up and looked around to see the supposed spill damage. Which I'm still looking for. Wow, it must be terrible. *eye roll*

(Not that I would know one way or another, but oh, man, laptop, WORK. *cries*)

Mary Winchester is trying to sell me asthma medication. That's a little strange.

An entire Friday off and all I managed to do today was obtain library books. Le sigh.

My plan for tomorrow involves packing up all of my crap (with the exception of my laptop, which is still down just to drive me up a goddamn wall) and going to Borders or Panera to work on any of the novels. Seriously, any of them at all. Oh, man, I just want to start something, damn it. And finish it eventually, and get published, and then go to Borders and take a picture of the book I wrote on a shelf, because I am a dork.

In other news, anne_jumps linked to this website I had forgotten on purpose and now I'm never EVER going to get anything done ever again. If I don't get published, m'darlin', it's ALL YOUR FAULT. ;P