Gah. Gamestop is giving a $70 credit toward the purchase of a DSi when you trade in your DS-Lite. That is awesome, but it ends the day before payday. I don't currently have a spare $100.

I know, I know. My life is so rough. Heh.

It never fails to please me when people tell me how much they like my son. I mean, parental pride aside for a moment, teenagers are a pain in the ass more often than not and lots of people simply don't like dealing with them. But even before he was a teen, I often got compliments on his behavior. He's capable of acting like a human being. (Not ( Read more... )

See Shugenja.
See Shugenja procrastinate.
Procrastinate, Shugenja, procrastinate!For those who are interested and unaware, iTunes now has podcasts of an Oxford University Medieval Literature lecture series ( Read more... )

whitecrow0! Package received! How did you know my favorite types of tea? ^_^ Thanks so much.

Realizing suddenly that the loverly BPAL spreadsheet - with all its time and research, likes and dislikes recorded - exists only on the defunct hard drive, I cry. Ah well. Life goes on.

The book I'm reading, The Egyptologist, is annoying me. But it's got me ( Read more... )

shadesong, in what is apparently a grand tradition, appeared in my dream this morning. She drove up to visit with a friend and we all went to Coldstone Creamery for ice cream. I couldn't decide what flavor I wanted, so I was the last person trying to order as the store began to close. I woke up before I ever got it. Now I have a strong desire for cake ( Read more... )

The short version:

• My Bear broke.
• I finally quit the job from Hell.
• The car broke.
• The cat broke.
• Our trip to Kublacon was cancelled.

Quick update ( Read more... )

( The Offline Chronicles (or How To Make A Barbarian) )

I have no desire to go to class tonight. In fact, if I hadn't paid four hundred fricken' dollars for it, I'd be inclined to drop it completely. I can't figure out what's wrong with me besides a slight fever.

I am getting exceptionally tired of waking up at the butt crack of dawn (4 AM or so at this latitude) with someone viciously stabbing the temple of my voodoo doll. Also, who the hell arrives at a destination at said butt crack and begins unpacking their car? And why oh why can't housing put these lunatics somewhere besides over my head ( Read more... )