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Ah, the summer's first sleepless night. I've been up since yesterday morning. I have to work in an hour and a half, until 2:00 this afternoon, then babysit until midnight. I am slave to my own exhaustion...we shall see what direction my eyelids will take throughout the day.
Not to mention, it's babysitting the wrinkly-cat girl from hell.
Well, maybe that's unfair of me, I am basing that on the one time I babysat for her last week. But judging on that experience, tonight will be most unpleasant, particularly combined with my own exhaustion.
And I can't even take a shower. We have no conditioner. I will have to buy some after work and wait until then. Which sounds insane, but my hair is not attached to your head. If it were, you would know that no conditioner is way too much to ask of my hair. I can't even begin to get a brush through it. *shudders* unconditioned hair...
After work yesterday I deposited my first check :) and got gas, excitingly, (for the car, that is...) and then ate delicious swedish meatballs. Followed by picking up Sarah and Caitlin and going to a party at Bob's house. At which my camera battery died, causing me to miss the capture of MANY unfathomably hilarious moments, yet again. Grrr. Anyone who's reading this that knows me well enough to get me a birthday present and not have it be weird...I am asking for a third camera battery. Not that ANY of you are going to get it for me, but if you do, don't attempt to do it as a surprise because it would suck tremendously if you got the wrong one and had to end up paying more for the right kind. Eh. Just get me the soundtrack to Nightmare Before Christmas. Or a gift certificate so that I can buy it myself. Or a gift certificate contributing to the purchase of a battery. Better yet, just hand me a wad of cash and I will do with it as I see fit.
I'm sure you stopped reading long before I finished that paragraph, which is best, because it was demanding and incoherent. If this sentence compells you to go back and read it out of pure curiosity, which it undoubtedly will, please disregard everything I just said.
Except for the part about a wad of cash. That could be sweet.
I got a strawberry coolatta on my break yesterday at work, and the girl put an insane amount of syrup in it and I felt slightly drunk. It was cool.
It is time to accept that I have nothing of value to say. However I have nothing of value to do either, which leaves me in a predicament....
I suppose I could go get Caitlin's purse from Bob's. I was PLANNING to do that after taking a nice warm awakening SHOWER, but no...that will have to wait until at least 2:30, causing me to miss much of Passions. OH wait no it won't, it's Saturday. Dammit. I was really going to watch it that time, too. I honestly haven't seen it all summer. I was going through slight withdrawal until I went to the "catch me up" page and realized, much to my complete UNamazement, that it has not progressed at all. Still, I feel mildly incomplete.
Went to the beach last night after Bob's, weird things jumping around in water unexplainedly...beware of the North Kingstown town beach, BEWAAAAAAAAARE
Maybe it was Pat making use of his scuba license.
And with that thought, I leave you.
Not to mention, it's babysitting the wrinkly-cat girl from hell.
Well, maybe that's unfair of me, I am basing that on the one time I babysat for her last week. But judging on that experience, tonight will be most unpleasant, particularly combined with my own exhaustion.
And I can't even take a shower. We have no conditioner. I will have to buy some after work and wait until then. Which sounds insane, but my hair is not attached to your head. If it were, you would know that no conditioner is way too much to ask of my hair. I can't even begin to get a brush through it. *shudders* unconditioned hair...
After work yesterday I deposited my first check :) and got gas, excitingly, (for the car, that is...) and then ate delicious swedish meatballs. Followed by picking up Sarah and Caitlin and going to a party at Bob's house. At which my camera battery died, causing me to miss the capture of MANY unfathomably hilarious moments, yet again. Grrr. Anyone who's reading this that knows me well enough to get me a birthday present and not have it be weird...I am asking for a third camera battery. Not that ANY of you are going to get it for me, but if you do, don't attempt to do it as a surprise because it would suck tremendously if you got the wrong one and had to end up paying more for the right kind. Eh. Just get me the soundtrack to Nightmare Before Christmas. Or a gift certificate so that I can buy it myself. Or a gift certificate contributing to the purchase of a battery. Better yet, just hand me a wad of cash and I will do with it as I see fit.
I'm sure you stopped reading long before I finished that paragraph, which is best, because it was demanding and incoherent. If this sentence compells you to go back and read it out of pure curiosity, which it undoubtedly will, please disregard everything I just said.
Except for the part about a wad of cash. That could be sweet.
I got a strawberry coolatta on my break yesterday at work, and the girl put an insane amount of syrup in it and I felt slightly drunk. It was cool.
It is time to accept that I have nothing of value to say. However I have nothing of value to do either, which leaves me in a predicament....
I suppose I could go get Caitlin's purse from Bob's. I was PLANNING to do that after taking a nice warm awakening SHOWER, but no...that will have to wait until at least 2:30, causing me to miss much of Passions. OH wait no it won't, it's Saturday. Dammit. I was really going to watch it that time, too. I honestly haven't seen it all summer. I was going through slight withdrawal until I went to the "catch me up" page and realized, much to my complete UNamazement, that it has not progressed at all. Still, I feel mildly incomplete.
Went to the beach last night after Bob's, weird things jumping around in water unexplainedly...beware of the North Kingstown town beach, BEWAAAAAAAAARE
Maybe it was Pat making use of his scuba license.
And with that thought, I leave you.