It feels like someone's driving a spike through my head! Cool!

No, wait.

Another day, another small chunk of my life sucked out by the stinkbomb. (Yes, I call him "stinkbomb". It's a term of endearment. Really.) Surprisingly, he was moderately well-behaved most of the day. The little bastard even walked up, hugged me, and said, "I love you ( Read more... )

How quaint.

Uneventful. I watched the stinkbomb for a bit, I slept 13 hours, and I got my ass handed to me in Starcraft. Again. I need to do something about that; my ever-continuing string of losses is really beginning to piss me off. Man, I can just hear any of those pimply teeny-bopper assholes that are on Battle.net say, "Then don't suck, hur hur hur ( Read more... )

I finally slept, and got a day off from the little bugger down the street. So, I'm sufficiently quieted for now ( Read more... )

I came, I saw, I said, "Fuck it," and went to sleep.

Watched that new episode of Fairly Odd Parents last night. Wasn't all that good, to be honest. It was great if you were a comic geek, but I found myself missing the Cosmo and Wanda interaction. They always add a lot to the plot. And, failing that, the humor. And failing that, they're just ( Read more... )

You know, this is getting old.

"Don't worry, you won't have to watch him tomorrow," she said. "His father's got the day off," she said.

Well, someone forgot to tell him that ( Read more... )

Good news and bad news.

Good news.  I didn't have to watch my nephew today.

More good news.  I don't have to watch him tomorrow, either.

Bad news.  I got all of five hours of sleep before I was body-slammed by the shrieking little bastard.

More bad news.  I can't draw a goddamn thing today. And my voice has gone to shit.  I think I'm getting sick, ( Read more... )

I got a Live Journal. Why? Someone explain this to me.

Eh, what can I say? I'm a follower. >smiles<