April 27, 2002 :: 12:52 p.m.
enter the raging steel claws of death
Some guy just called and asked if I would be interested in participating in a survey. I'm a geek, so I said sure. I hung up on him about 10 minutes into it because he had a really fucking annoying voice and I have no specific opinions to offer about the appeal of motor oil slogans.
We drove to Lebanon for no reason. The Jetta was a 5-speed, which means that I can't drive it. It would have been nice of the owner to tell us that before we drove fifty goddamn miles to look at it. We went because this morning, my mom called them and his wife said that she thought it was automatic. It was not. They had another Jetta, a black one that was really cute, but it wouldn't start. We probably could have jumped it, but by that time we were running late. My mom went to visit Adam at the prison for a bit; I stayed here because I'm probably going to have to pick Mason up from Saturday work (a type of punishment that the school gives out). Grr. I want to get the mail, because I want my check from Excitement Video, but my mom took the van and the mail key is on the same key ring. Grrr x 40.
I'm going to my niece�s birthday party this afternoon. In my family, these are always big affairs. Everything is a big affair size-wise, actually. This kid is going to be two, I think, and so of course we have to gather 40 people in a room and stuff them full of too much food and alcohol in order to celebrate. I'm sure the kid would rather play with blocks or run around in the backyard with the dogs, but that's beside the point, right? I never quite understood why parents make such a big deal out of their child's birthday party when the baby is too young to really care, much less remember it. I guess to make themselves feel all good and parenty and stuff. Whatever.
My nails have morphed into adamantium (sp? you know, Wolverine's skeleton) plates. I was just trying to clip them and it appears as though I may need to call in the Jaws of Life to do the job for me. Rrrar! Don't mess with me, folks. I can scratch and claw and gouge your eyes out in under 3 seconds.
Hmm. Yeah, weird hard nails. I should probably make something to take to this shindig so that I don't starve. But I don't know if I even feel like it, so maybe I'll just wait until I pick up Adam and see if he wants to get something to eat. I need to wake myself up a bit before I start driving again - I was falling asleep on the way home from Lebanon. It was strange. I've never really done that during the day. But in any case, falling asleep while driving = very bad, so I should probably douse myself with ice water or something. A wet, freezing wake-up call. Woo!
edited 2:20 p.m. My check didn't come yet. Boo. I don't understand what's taking it so long. Even if they mailed in on Thursday, which is when I stopped to get it, it should have been here by now. Seriously. It shouldn't take more than two days for mail to get from Camp Hill to Carlisle. I mean, it only takes one day for it to get from Carlisle to Annville, so you do the math. Jesus.
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