...total for me today, in bits and pieces all day. Had a double shift at work, on very minimal sleep. Had the foresight to write in my journal at work, and we have a record of the caffeine high as it goes through all of its stages. Very amusing. Showed Sis and Alan the progression of my handwriting.
Figured out the whole thing with my general love for Best Friend, too. It helps to know why I love him so dearly, besides his all-important good personal qualities.
...it makes sense, is all I can say. Look away from the duck. Now that I understand, I can deal with it quite a bit better.
Need to do dishes very soon tomorrow. Morning.
Must sleep now.
So I'm sitting down at work, in completely random order since work had decided in their infinite wisdom that they had no especial need of my talents on one particular project, and decided to make me a "wallflower," i.e., "substitute for whoever hasn't shown up today" and I notice that the guy next to me is drawing.
What makes him instantly a lot cooler is that, after he goes through the little introductory schpiel, he says, "Or you can just hang up on me if you feel like it, you smarmy twits," while punching the hell out of the "caller refused: cancel" key sequence.
We strike up a conversation, eventually, because I've gotten a hell of a lot more social in the past two months.
Turns out he's a genuine son of a witch and a very pleasant guy, and we end up passing notes written in runes back and forth to each other.
I dare you: guess his name.
No, go ahead, guess it. Post comment without looking at the other comments (if I even get so many as one comment) and then we'll see how many get it right.
Of course, I haven't technically "collected" him yet -- I haven't even given him my phone number.
Nephew has this thing about ants. No one else sees them. Today I gave him a bottle of monster spray (water in spray bottle) and hopefully that should clear up the infestation.
Azz: "Oh, and FYI, we're not a frat house. We can't be a frat house. Online friend David [Godai] says we can't be a frat house unless we have a beer bong, and we don't."
Roommate says: "Well, tell your friend that come Christmas time, we *will* have a nog bong.
Us: "A what???"
"A nog bong. Like a beer bong, only for eggnog."
There are at least 14 people out there in LJ land that think my weird random ramblings are interesting enough to put on their friends page. Wow.