Creeping Through The Cellar Door (none_too_subtle) wrote,
Creeping Through The Cellar Door

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Heh. Buncha thievin' bastidges...
You are Windows 2000 SP3.  You're a steady and reliable friend.  People think you're all business, but with your recent therapy you've become a little more playful.
Which screwed up operating system are you?

Go ahead...I'm USED TO IT NOW.

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Yeahhhhhhh buddy. There goes the quick tire idea. Ughhh. Only received a VERY partial payment for work rendered which won't cover a week's worth of groceries, much less a new tire for that money-sucking piece of crap that I've recently grown to hate. Grrr. Every time I look at it, I feel sick. Bleh. And it's contagious, I'm thinkin'. Sean had a lil accident and needs rods replaced in his. That's a smooth $600. Eep.

But at least I got to hear Chopper do 'Call to Prayer'

AHAHAHAHAAHA. There's that. Last night, from out of the blue, Sean said " to him..." And this BOOMING, SCREAMING voice resonates through my ears: "AAAAYE YA YA YAAAAAAAAAAA LEEEEEE YAAAAAAA DUMMMMMM DAAAAAAAAAAAA." WTHHHHHHHHHHH. AHAHAHAHA. Um. So now I see why our taxi drivers can't stand him. Other than that it seems like Chopper's job is just to entertain Sean. Ain't that sweet? LOL. He didn't sound nearly as 'rough' as I thought he would, but then I'm sure Sean likes to exaggerate when he's telling his stories. It makes them more colorful, and that WAS hilarious. Of course, Chopper imparted some truths with me which Sean is unaware of.


Anyway...I slept like a BABY last night. YAY! I woke up in the middle of an awesome dream but neglected to write it in my dream journal. Bummer. Now that I've thought of it, I'm trying to recall what, exactly but I can't...quite...grasp. Anyway, ONE LJer was involved in this dream. Eeeps. You know you need a 12-step-LJ-program when you start dreaming about yer friends. Or something. Nevertheless, it was a great dream.

There is a fuzz trapped in my left eye. It's been there for oooooooooooo three days' now. I'd thought that somehow, I flushed it out when it first started irritating me; but NOW, it's all poking around and I'm afraid that once again, by rubbing it too much, I've actually imbedded whatever it is into my eyeball. I did that when I was pregnant with Adele, and an optometrist had to remove it. Muyyyy painful. Ugh. Unfortunately, that lil episode (ooo 12 years ago), ran around $150. I'M JUST SAYIN'. NO. JUST NO. I'LL DIG IT OUT WITH TWEEZERS IF I HAVE TO.

Mouse arm
It's gonna fall off. I have a pinched nerve in my right shoulder blade, lodged between a bone and muscle I think that I can't hardly reach. Typing hurts. Using the mouse is killing me. Plus, my right arm keeps going numb, which is definitely not a good thing. Although I've kept chat, etc. to a minimum, and only doing work that I have to (PARTICULARLY after that small sum I received TODAY), it's not doing any good. I seriously DO need to either see a chiro or masseuse for this one. Grrr. Hurtssssssssssssssssss. I'm surprised I was able to sleep on it. blue boyfriend idea SNAGGED
Got an e-mail from biogeek (whom I know in real life, incidentally) about my 'blue boyfriend.' OMG. Someone's actually manufacturing A PILLOW JUST LIKE MY BLUE BOYFRIEND, AND SELLING THEM FOR $75. MINE! IT WAS MY IDEA. OMG. Another idea, snatched from underneath me. GrRRrr. However, they can't replicate THEIRS to even come close to the Blue Boyfriend. Still...someone's getting rich off that idea. FIGURES *screams*

Mkay, enough. Need to do some nesting (if I get the energy and feeling back in my right freakin' arm), and stop using my mouse hand. Nothing much goin' on for public consumption, so if you read this far...HAHAHAHA. That'll teach ya. :-D free web counters

AW HAW. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Oh yeah -- my keyboard SUCKS.
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