September 2nd, 2004

Self-Portrait 3

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-- It would appear, given the state of the packet of cookies I left on my desk last night, that we have at least one rat in the shop. Honestly, this is a circumstance that amuses me to no end. Maybe if I keep leaving him food he'll show himself and let me train up him and his bretheren to wreak havoc on them that done me wrong. Which would be big-league sweet.

-- Humans really are a tactile, sensory, sensual people, aren't we? Even if there are more efficient and effective ways of gathering information, we like to see it, touch it, smell it, taste it, hear it. Take it in on every level and get it into your brain. I know I do.

-- Have to pack tonight for the trip out to DragonCon. Which I guess means that at some point today, I have to go over the guest list and figure out what I need to take with me to get autographed and suss out what CDs I want to take for the trip.

-- I packed a bunch of stuff up to take to storage, trying to make room for The Swap, and I found myself with what is, at the moment, a surplus of boxes. I let them sit in my apartment for three days and take up room because I didn't want to throw them away. They're practical and useful and it bugs the hell out of me to just toss them away, even tho' that's ridiculous because boxes are a completely renewable resource. There are literally thousands of them back in the warehouse. Right at this very moment there's two dozen of them sitting over in the corner, close enough for me to spit on them, that aren't doing a damn thing but taking up space. Yet I still feel like flattening them out and tossing them is a waste.

-- "MY EMPIRE IS CRUMBLIINNNNNNNNNNGGG!!!!!!!!!!"

Just felt like saying that.

-- Also, must must MUST pay the rent before I leave. It'll be too late by the time I get back.
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Self-Portrait 3

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Today has 100% harshed my fucking mellow. Let me count the ways in which the time after 12:45 pm has not sucked:

1) My ass has not caught on fire;

2) If my ass were on fire, my hair is too short to be catching

... yeah, that's about it.