I'm reading a bag of oranges. Now go away.

How To Commit Suicide

Step One: Wait until I'm holding an open book in my hand.
Step Two: Walk up with a big dopey grin on your face and say, "Whatcha readin'?"

*stabbity*

You know what? It may come as a surprise, but if I'm in the middle of reading a book I probably don't want to be bothered. I don't expect to have anyone bugging me, I started reading it specifically because I had nothing to distract me from the story in question. I do not want to pitch the book to an editor or write a book review or start the Troll Princess's Book Club For Meandering Passersby at the bench for the bus stop. I just want to read my book.

(This lesson also works with a Step One that states, "Wait until I've put on the headphones for my MP3 player," and a Step Two that states, "Walk up and ask me, "Whatcha listenin' to?" Uh, something that means I'm incapable of hearing what you just asks me? Just a shot in the dark right there ...)

So, yeah, my night at work (and my failed attempts to read during breaks) was fun.

Also, the next person who waits until I'm trying to start an order and align a sticker machine and scan paperwork into the computer all at the same time before walking up to me and saying good-naturedly, "Don't work so hard," is going to get pimpsmacked into next week.

Look at me, all getting shit done.

So! As it stands:

-- My uncle with the DVD recorder is currently in possession of my second-season Project Runway box set, so I should be able to drop copies in the mail for quietdiscerning and poisontaster on Tuesday. (Although I apparently bought the wrong kind of blanks. What? I never copy DVDs.)

-- I have gotten my laptop back, packed it up, and arranged for FedEx to pick it up on Tuesday. Fixing Dean, Jr.: Take Two. *sigh*

-- The apartment is practically spotless. A little laundry, a handful of dishes, but nothing I'd be embarrassed for my mother to suddenly walk in on, which is kind of great.

-- Next payday I start in on the Grand Redecorating Scheme by picking up those pretty Serenity posters. And also, if I can afford it, get a couple of those orange and purple Halloween light strings. It's going to be very autumny in there -- I'm going to get pumpkin and maple scented candles for in there, and it's going to be a lot of oranges and reds and browns because such is my favorite decorating scheme. I realized last night that I'm going for a Neverending Story kind of feeling in there, like I can go in there to escape everybody else and spend the entire day with a book and some cookies and hot chocolate and a blankie and never come out. Which ... seriously, we were making that movie at work last week and now I don't know why I haven't watched it in ages.

-- This week I see about getting myself some goddamn glasses already. And get a new phone to see if that's why my land line's not working. And get my car inspected.

-- Sweet Charity is reopening again, which just depresses me because I haven't yet finished my Pulse recap for Rachel or my assignment for Clex. Oh, my God, I hate writer's block SO FREAKIN' HARD.