May 31, 2003 :: 2:57 a.m.
eggs come from cows, so they're sort of dairy
So tired. Sooo fucking tired. I should really be going to bed right now instead of writing here, but I'm wacky like that.
Adam and I hung out today, which is always a good time. We made dinner this evening - lentil and veggie tostadas. They were muy excellente, if I do say so myself. Dessert was baked apples with ice cream - also yummy, but putting ice cream next to piping hot apples seems a bit pointless in retrospect. After dinner we just sort of hung around and watched Men of Honor on FX. Joe invited us to hang out tonight, but as Adam was really tired, I was the only one to attend. I big him adieu and headed back here, where Joe, Joe, Carla, Amber, and I sat around watching Six Feet Under. Which I've never particularly liked, but for some reason it started to grow on me tonight. Dammit. I hope this doesn't grow to the point where I have to shell out more money that I don't have for each season on DVD.
Carla said told me that the bank she just started working for (Commerce Bank) is hiring lots of tellers right now, so I think I'm going to run over there tomorrow and get an application. Bank teller is a job I could live with. And since I'll probably be long dead before Borders decides to hire me, I need to start looking elsewhere.
Oh - see the title of this entry? I actually said that this afternoon. No jokes. It's really amazing how stupid I can be sometimes. I mean, I know that eggs come from chickens. Eggs come from birds in general - they do not come from cows. I really do know this. But I think that sometimes my brain disconnects itself from my mouth and spends a few hours sipping fruity drinks on a beach someplace instead of making sure that I don't come off like a much larger moron than I actually am. Grr, argh.
Anyway... erm... I had more to say, I think, but now the fatigue is just too overwhelming for any kind of coherent thought process to continue. It's off to the kitchen for a drink and then straight into bed. I'll be stuffed animal-less tonight, I'm afraid, because Buddy has been chewing them up one after another. This afternoon I found both Bentley and Rod Rottie downstairs, covered in slobber. Note to self: wash them soon, so as to alleviate that "all alone" feeling that sleeping with no plushies tends to impart.
'Night.
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