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Since losing internet at home, I haven't even turned on my computer in three days. I keep coming up with things I'd like to write here, but obviously that's not possible, unless I come into work extremely early (like today) and have time to kill (like today: I have to go to the bank to deal with the fact that I accidentally deposited my pay stub instead of my paycheque on Friday, and have to wait until the branch here opens at 9:30 so I can go in, confess, and feel like the idiot I am).

The Dennis cat has been sick for a few days. At first it seemed to be a stomach issue, and I had to chase him around my half-empty apartment, pin him down, and shove gooey cat laxative in his mouth. Now he'll eat, but he won't crunch any food, so I think it's actually a toothache, as he seems to have a bad cavity. I'm very fortunate to have a father who's a vet, but when he lives over 300km away, there's only so much he can do. Poor kitty: he'll probably have to be spirited away to the cold northern climes to have a tooth yanked out.

I move on Wednesday. Yeeeeeeee. I packed a lot last night, and although I definitely own a lot of crap, I don't actually own quite as much crap as I thought I did. This is very, very good.

I was social twice this weekend. First time I'd been social . . . since the previous weekend. That may seem normal, but as someone who tends never to say no to plans, I find that very strange.

And now to the bank to face personal humiliation. Sigh.

I just wanted to alert the world (or like the 3 people who actually read this thing ;) ) that I will be without internet at home, as of this afternoon, for at least a week, or possibly up to two weeks.

I'm moving next Wednesday and Thursday. So. Huzzah!

I just finished the part-time job thing I was doing on top of my fulltime work, so after the move is all over, I should start having some semblance of a social life again.

That's right -- my anti-social hermit-like days are soon to be done. Unless I discover that I've developed a phobia of social interaction. That would be sad.

But yeah -- if you need to reach me, world, you're pretty well going to have to use . . . THE TELEMAPHONE. YE GODS!

Pure Nerd

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I had totally bizarre dreams last night. I remember one particularly . . . poignant one. It actually disturbed me so much I was lying in bed sweating and genuinely creeped out for a bit. So very, very sad. But comically sad . . .

I was watching some kind of strange and terrible stage play. There were these creatures who were putting on the show; they were these strange sprite-like people, dressed similarly to court jesters. They were displaying and then proceeding to torture a succession of giant living creatures made out of plasticene.

One of the creatures was a giant green triangle with a big round red spot on its belly-area. (It was a triangle -- so not very anthropomorphic.) It had no facial features -- it just kind of wobbled slowly around like a big stubby tentacle. Well, the sprites started making these rounded indentations into the red tummy area. And I thought, oh no, they're hurting it! Then they actually took out a couple of little rings of the red plasticene. The made these two stalks, from the green plasticene, above the red area that were level with each other and spaced apart a bit. Then they stuck the red circles on the ends of these stalks. The big green triangle now appeared to have eyes similar to a slug or a snail.

Suddenly the green triangle gasped with wonder. It had this deep, slow voice, very childlike. "Huhhhh! I can see the sun! I can see all you guys!!" It was full of such intense, innocent joy, it sounded like it was going to burst into happy tears, with its new eyes. "I can see my friends! I can . . . I can see the sun!" Its eyes were waving around in an exploratory way, and blinking.

Just as it said its last "I can see the sun!", two sprites each reached out with what looked like long pruning shears, and they cut off the eyes from the ends of the stalks.

"I can see . . . I can . . . Whaaaaat? Nooooo." The plasticene creature sighed. It slumped despairingly. "I guess I'm back to just seeing me myself."

And I woke up wanting to be sick.

theshaggy says:

"I'll pump into you eventually."

+ hangover =

Eden is ridiculously stoned at work.

My boss told me today, when I left for lunch, not to wander off somewhere and get lost or anything. Which pretty much says it all . . .

Then while on my lunch break, I filled out a label for an express-post envelope. I almost wrote my birth year in the date section. Awesome! This package was mailed in 1981 . . . Riiiiight.

I need sleep. So. Bad.

Meanwhile, the world continues spinning, and I go wheeeeeeeeeeeeee.

I'm totally itching to dye my hair (and no, not a literal itch -- no lice or poor hygiene happening here). Not entirely sure what direction to go with it, however.

I'd love to take a vote . . . because I'm sure this pressing issue has you all lying awake at night.

What colour should I go?

Auburn -- I've tried it before on a very temporary basis and loved it.

Very dark brown -- It's already brown, so why not take it all the way?

Something else -- Suggest away!

or

Leave it alone, you narcissistic freak -- Very low maintenance!