Today has been hard. It took far too long to get to work this morning and I wasn't nearly purturbed enough about walking in the door forty-five minutes late. I was frantically trying to think up other reasons for staying away just a little longer.

I've spent the entire day working on _one_ (1) request. I was only given one other one, thank goodness. To think I told my boss I'd have them done by eleven. *sighs* and site is pretty fucking boring.

Molasses should be touching down in Vegas soon. He gets back Thursday evening. I was feeling all wavery and sick yesterday because of it. And I don't have any plans tonight and tomorrow night is up in the are so I'm not sure how I'll be passing the time. Well my apartment can always use the attention I suppose. I remembered earlier today I left some bananas out on the table on Thursday. oopsie.

ok. That's done. Now for the second one. I don't know how I'm gonna do it. My brain is pretty fried. for a while there I just opened and stared at Excel before I remembered how to use it.

ok. that was easy to shove aside. now I have another one. grrr. I'm tired. dammit, I have to reopen the app that I closed ten minutes ago because I haven't used it all day. *sighs*

at least I've worked on this account before. It's relatively easy. (knock on wood)

wanted to tell you about my weekend. not that you care. it's in the past, so who cares? Well I shook John Flansburg's hand. So there. }:P~

That other gaming chapter that runs the same venues as mine has been really nice to me, and I wanna be nice to them, but I'm getting really sick of their house. the cat is super sweet but I just can't keep my shit together when all the fluids in my upper body are coalescing in my head and I'm either one big (*GROSS*) snot pile or I'm completely knocked on my ass by the benadryl. Makes it really hard to play. Which just depresses me since my charaters are theoretically fun and happy (well one of them is, anyway). I dunno. I'll have to think about it before I go back there. Or else I'll have to find some other antihistamine that doesn't put me in a coma.

I think I might just open a group folder on here. I still can't quite bring myself to write private entries that stay private. For that I go for the oh-so-poetic manual entries written on loose note paper or napkins that I then lose on purpose. I don't want to be associated with thought that I can't bring out into the light. But that's weak too. So I'll go for a "friends-only" folder. By friends I mostly mean people who are used to me being completely cruel/weak/self-absorbed/angsty/stubborn and whatever else. Ask me for the password. Maybe I'll give it maybe I won't. But it'll always come with a warning. I don't play nice, especially not when it's about me.

To all you phantom readers who don't want to admit who you are: Don't worry ...there likely won't be many entries there, just occasional shit I don't feel like admitting out in the open. but the majority of my bluster and ranting will still be here available to all.

anyway. I have to go focus on some work.

talk to ya'll later