Ok, this smoke is seriously driving me batty. Can you all please do a little rain dance for Georgia and North Florida?

(edit: pictures and a video)

Blarg. Caffeine never, ever effects me... until tonight, of course, when I need to wake up in six hours. Stupid grande white mocha at 8pm! I knew I should've gotten a tall.

edit: I actually woke up before my alarm. Go figure.

It would figure that the day after I'm discharged from massage and physical therapy, I manage (while sleeping) to pull some muscle in my neck that now hurts so much I can barely move my head.

The good news:
My passport AND Expensive Special Rick Steves Europe Trip Suitcase arrived today! I can now escape the country any time I want.

The bad news:
My cats broke my favorite lamp today. I suspect Bitchface Daisy was chasing Alice around, because not only was the lamp in pieces on the floor next to the chair where Alice spends most of ( Read more... )

Aaaand alligatorgirl cursed the whole thing tonight by saying the Sloan Force was with me. Yes, that would be the same Sloan Force that caused us to JUST miss the Sloan show in Canada in 2005 ( Read more... )

Awesome way to start the new year: don't get to sleep until 3:30am because of extremely loud fighting neighbors, and then get woken up at 6:30am by two out of your three cats hurking up their insides.

Happy Festivus! My current grievances involve the Orlando Expressway Authority, an online retailer who has screwed up my order (involving part of a Christmas present) three or possibly four times now, and a big fat cat that won't stop peeing on the GD floor. What about you?

Why why WHY did Sloan have to finally announce dates and the only one I would have had a chance of going to/using my Wendy's voucher on is the weekend before my conference, when I will likely be mad crazy busy because at that point I'll be doing everything by myself?

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

Assholes.

Wow, seriously? I have 40+ LJ friends and only one of you is thankful for anything this year? You guys are sad...

I swear that every charitable organization on Earth has sent me mailing labels in the past month or so. I mean, what the hell? I don't know who gave out my contact information, but if I see one more envelope emblazoned with "Your free personalized labels are enclosed", I'm going to punch a bitch.