I don't know why I haven't done this before.

So I've known about this site for ever and ever and ever and I hardly ever get in here even though ylbissop is like my best friend on the planet. So I'm fixing it.

Today I woke up late, which is fine since it's day two of a two day reprieve from work. My cat has taken to lying down next to me while I sleep and when I wake up, she's kind of holding down the blanket so that I can't escape without moving her. And we just kind of satre at eachother and wonder which one of us is going to be the first to move. It's usually me. So After taking an hour to come to terms with disturbing her rest, I slithered out as carefully as I could and stumbled into the computer room to see who had just Trillion blinged me.
Joey was there and he asked if I was going to Sean and Jenn's party tomorow night. I asked him if it was the atrocious health hazard people have made it out to be and he reassured me that, no, no it is not, it's actually a really nice house. And with that reassurance, I told him I'd probably be there, allthough I have about five other engagements to keep tomorrow so we'll see.
I checked a few e-mails, listened to my voice mail, Michelle left here last night wearing my glasses. She left me a message saying that she'd get them back to me but it's presently 6:30 and I haven't heard from her since. That's not good. How does someone drive from Phoenixville to Chestnut Hill in someone elses glasses? Oh, the people I know.
So then I slapped in Kung Fu Hustle, marvelled at the menu for a few minutes, called Ylbissop to find out what Cheebs was talking about in her e-mail, babbled a bit, hung up, and did some pilates. Still can't seem to get my legs to stay straight at a 90 degree angle. What a pain.
Turs out that Cheebs was trying to get me to look at a site on the Buddha boy in India. Don't know why she called him,"my buddy" I tend to think he's sitting there with a nutrient feeding line inserted in his ass, but that's just my opinion. I'm more concerned with people's lack of caring that after the Buddha spent all his time fasting and meditating, he decided that it was time wasted, and that the right course of action had nothing to do with this kind of self destructive bullshit. Whatever.
Then I took my cat to the vet since she had a nasty reaction to the glue sutures they used after declawing her. They changed the bandages, gave me some new antibiotics, and sent me on my way. All seems to be going well for her now. She should be all good by Wednesday.
Came home, called Discover to see if I could transfer some debt for a 0% APR, wrestled with this obnoxious zit I managed to grow after stuffing my face with buttered popcorn the other night while I watched Bad Guy, cooked a chicken, ate half of it, walked over to the little Mexican shop on my corner and bought some Gatorade. Drank a bit, and now I'm here. And I'm trying to decide if I should go to the comic book store, wait for Michelle to bring me my glasses so I don't have to resort to an older more decrepit pair, call Andrea and see if she wants to hang out, or just sit around like a lump washing more dishes, doing more laundry, and waiting for Michelle Kirwan to come home from Cancun so I can maybe see if I've managed to somehow not freak her out for all eternity with my emotional deluge. Matt told me last night that I was being silly, that he's sure it'll be fine, my mom had similar things to say but I dunno. I'm still anxious about it.
That has been my day. I don't know what my night will be like, but whatever it is, I'll post it later. I intend to use this as my online journal now. So all of my meaningless doings will have a home. Joy.
Oh, and nothing outrageously out of the ordinary has happened today. I think. But it's early. I think I'm just going to give myself a full body sesame oil massage, hop in the shower, get overdressed, swing by Showcase, come home, practice on my clarinet, wait for the Michelles, call Andrea, and try to rip some of this Las Vegas Footage onto my hard drive while I watch King Fu Hustle and do some yoga. The usual.
Believe it or not, getting the footage out of this damned camera has actually been something of a nightly mission, it's not been the easiest task. But now I've got everything I need, the batteries are fully charged, the camera is back from Matt, and the firewire is sitting there waiting to be fed. So let's see what the next obstruction will be.

hazaa!!

now I know how much you love the fact that you changed the look of your blog it's much harder here or much eiser if you pick a premade one but when your done the whole site looks different :) pick a theme here and let me know and I'll install it or make one of your own. speaking of whitch I think I'm gonna have to play with that a bit more soon.