megazit, lardybottom, grouch

mercy. i'm gonna flip out and start taking some steps if people don't leave me alone today.

it must be the hormones. either way, if princess fancypants doesn't shut up, he's toast. he keeps doing this thing from the end of Ferris Beuller's Day Off, you know... "chickiechickahhhh mmm bumpbump"

over and over and over. arrgh.

it was a hectic weekend. i'm delighted that steph came, and that i got a lot of work done yesterday, but this is the first minute i've had when i wasn't sleeping to think for a minute. argh. also, i briefly lost my cell phone friday/saturday and then didn't really turn in on until late on sat night. i still haven't checked my messages, so if you called and i didn't answer, my bad, i suck, and i'll get back to you.

i've some poetry here in my head someplace, as soon as i have some mental space to work that out. tonight i'm going home, having a nice glass of white bordeaux and watching Wizard of Earthsea on SciFi. trying not to order mexican, i imagine... maybe i'll be able to write then. was supposed to hang out with enigmiac tonight, but barring some sort of incredible recovery, i just don't think it's going to happen. i am so tired from the last couple of weeks, and no end in sight.

ah yes, and i have an interview at ten am on thursday morning. if i get that job, whoooeee! i am outta here.
so yeah, send some good karma my way folks. crying in the ladies' lavatory is so unprofessional.

i wish i was here:

ohh, mexico.