Why am I not still asleep?

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FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

The last time I checked my voicemail messages was on Friday. I had three calls from telemarketers which I trashed, but nothing else. Friday, if you'll recall, was the 28th.

I just checked my voicemail again.

Three messages have magically shown up from before the 28th. Two of them are telemarketing calls. The other is from that place I really, really wanted to work, saying the only thing they had for me was a temporary position but they wanted me to come in for the following Monday. When was the message left on my voicemail?

THE FUCKING 11TH.

Excuse me, I have to go drink copious amounts of alcohol now.

Oh, fandom.

I will be shocked if this fandom comes out of the gag reel and Vancon without a J2 fanfic being generated with a classy title like "Jared Padalecki Smells Like Poo" or "How Jensen Came To Love Dutch Ovens."

... yeah, no, I'm not writing either one of those. Ew.

Random statements

-- Have called the place that called me three freaking weeks ago about that temp job. Unsurprisingly, had to leave them a message. Back to the fun of playing phone tag with these people who never answer their phones.

-- Went down to the cafe to write and give myself a breather. It was either that or a haircut to make myself feel better, and I only have seven bucks to my name until Wednesday. And since haircuts are fifteen bucks, soup and soda it is!

-- Am getting Race From Witch Mountain tomorrow from Netflix. I ... don't even know why I put it on my queue, honestly.

-- Had to go up to my parents' house earlier to check the stitches on the cat from where they removed those two lumps from his belly and behind his leg. Mom took the opportunity the other day to say, "I hope nobody's expecting a ton of Christmas presents this year after how much I paid for this," and my brother and I were like, "Yeah, we'd actually prefer to have the cat, if that's the alternative."

-- Sat down on the couch last night intending to watch five minutes of ... something, ended up falling asleep on the couch before I could finish a chapter or break 60k on Heroine Addiction and didn't wake up until the cat started meowing in my face for breakfast. *sigh*

-- Also, it really bothers me how often I've made that exact same expression in my icon in real life in the last few weeks.

Now onto my next irritatingly slow-to-manifest goal.

Heroine Addiction:

60045 / 100000

So THAT'S out of the way.

The world is a better place with Tim Gunn in it.

I'm not even drunk, you guys.

( All right, who left me alone with scissors? )

And yes, I did apply makeup specifically to take those photos. :)

I cut my hair because I couldn't commit acts of commerce.

HI, DRESS. HIIIII.

We should get together and make babies. Adorable sweet preppy babies with trust funds who will go to an upper-tier private university and study children's literature.