Thank god all I did was eat fish today.

I was trying to go until Christmas before I got bored enough to post here.

Take that.

Waiting for the battery to die on my laptop finds me here, on the floor at family night. At least I am on the floor in the kitchen.

Two things:
Kubuntu
Torque

Ponder these two words and marvel at their brilliance.

Holy Hell.

C: Go with god.
A: Bless your heart.

I need sleep.

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On a bad day, simple things like a delivery service makes me exceptionally happy.

Of course, the above statement is dependent upon what is being delivered. If it were, say, poisonous two-headed snakes in a gift wrapped box, I would be not so happy with delivery.

Ah, my beautiful door. Gone are the days of kicking you open because you were never really closed anyway. Gone the times you randomly swung open, allowing bad little kittens inside.

Today, my sweet door, today you close. Your lock works, and if I only had a key I would slide it into your hole and caress your depths with it.

9, 12, 12, 1, 14, 3, 7, 18, 21, 5000, 3, 11, 6

I'm too awake for the amount of sleep I've gotten. Reading? Nono, the house just filled with people.

Ah, shawshack, you roxor my soxor.

Dear George R. R. Martin,

I hope you're fucking happy.

Ass.

Sincerely,
Trish

P.S.
When is your next book coming out?

Scaraborough Town Centre is not the place where I would have chosen to have a PA.

Indirect consequence: I am not turning my cellphone back on for awhile.

I'll write down any numbers I might need, and use a freakin' payphone.

And now, the pasta.