I am a moron. Everything is okay. I am forgiven and have forgived. There are no trespasses against me, and now I'm applying for jobs to lighten everyone's burdens. I cried so long that I feel like I could go to sleep right away.

My Newton group at the Science camp that I work at just got pwned. Seriously, the pranksters left a note stating "pwned" on the door. And they even had a live feed to see my camper's reactions. More later, projects now.

Over four months later, Josh can still kiss me and make my knees feel weak. I hate it when he leaves me.

I understand the basic concept of getting out of bed in the morning, but I find it hard to put it into practice.

Left nut: firing! Right nut: firing!
That is all.

Work is tuckering me right out. I have "long days", but really its just intensive brain work. I need to buy a lightbulb because now my basement entrance is dark dark dark like doom.

And I'm going to bike to superstore so I can have bulk Chocolate Almonds and M&Ms. My legs are going to be so strong after this summer.

Guess who is totally leeching off of a nearby unprotected internet connection at her new place. Just try and guess.

I was going to post something personal that I was going to lock. And then I remembered that my friend Andrew is now on livejournal.

Thanks, Andrew. You saved a bunch of people (theoretically) from being creeped out. Good work.

I am going to kick myself in the ass and go to sleep at 10 or 11pm. Why? Work. That's what! Work starts on May 1st, and I have to SHOW UP at 8:30am. That's usually when I wake up after going to sleep early. Dang it. I'm going to be a grandma all this summer and go to sleep before the sun sets.

When people stand at the sidelines of a marathon, do they ever look at the runners and think "God, I'm a lazy fuck."?