*love*
Wow. Life is good. =)
Tomorrow is my absolute favorite holiday. Hearing little children running around with explodies to celebrate how much America kicks ass makes me happy.
I wish my paid account was back, so I could use my "GO AMERICA" icons, of which I have many.
Alas.
Woe.
At work, we got a new fax machine. Everyone came and huddled around it and oohed and ahhed. That was the big excitement of the day. I worked 10 hours, YAY OVERTIME!
KIM - Harry Potter plays at Lloyd at midnight on the 10th. So that's the one we should go to.
Also, QUASI - If you are back in time, want to come w/ us? We're gathering up a force of people because Kim and I plan to be VERY geeky at this opening and there is safety in numbers. From, you know, the shrill laughter of others, who are just jealous of our home knitted Slytherin scarves.
WIFE - I'm coming to seeeee you! RIght now in fact. See you shortly.
I must download the "proud to be an American" song RIGHT NOW. And listen to it loudly. And drink white trashy beer on my porch. And express my eternal gratitude that I am not British. Or worse, French.
Tomorrow is my absolute favorite holiday. Hearing little children running around with explodies to celebrate how much America kicks ass makes me happy.
I wish my paid account was back, so I could use my "GO AMERICA" icons, of which I have many.
Alas.
Woe.
At work, we got a new fax machine. Everyone came and huddled around it and oohed and ahhed. That was the big excitement of the day. I worked 10 hours, YAY OVERTIME!
KIM - Harry Potter plays at Lloyd at midnight on the 10th. So that's the one we should go to.
Also, QUASI - If you are back in time, want to come w/ us? We're gathering up a force of people because Kim and I plan to be VERY geeky at this opening and there is safety in numbers. From, you know, the shrill laughter of others, who are just jealous of our home knitted Slytherin scarves.
WIFE - I'm coming to seeeee you! RIght now in fact. See you shortly.
I must download the "proud to be an American" song RIGHT NOW. And listen to it loudly. And drink white trashy beer on my porch. And express my eternal gratitude that I am not British. Or worse, French.