August 05, 2002 :: 11:14 a.m.
imagine something about pearl diving
I've been up since 8:30. That's just disgusting. I woke up before my alarm, even, because the fucking phone rang like 800 times in the span of five minutes. Grr. I couldn't fall back asleep, so I got up and made my cookies. They came out yummy and delicious, as usual. These are the best cookies ever, I kid you not.
I need to take a shower and stuff soon, but I thought I'd write since I'm poking around online anyway. AOL has kicked me offline proximately 15 times since I first got on. At 9:30. With each passing moment the thought of hurling the computer out the window becomes more and more appealing. I checked the status of my NewEgg stuff, hoping for some progress, but it's still in California. Dammit. Come on, guys, I need this damn thing soon. How long does it take to replace some part and ship them back? Not this long, I'm sure. Perhaps they're using my package as a company masturbation stool. It's in a dank closet next to the break-room, serving as a perch for frustrated workers whose preferred stress reliever comes in the form of Hustler and a bottle of hand cream. Ack.
I went with Adam last night to Media Play for the LoTR thing, but when we got there it was... closed. Apparently, 12:00 a.m. on Monday, August 5th now means 12:00 a.m. on Tuesday, August 6th. Because 12:00 a.m. on monday, August 5th was last night at midnight, not tonight at midnight. Tonight at midnight it will be Tuesday, August 6th. Stupid Media Play. If you're going to advertise something, please be correct about your times. I understand that to the majority of idiots "12:00 a.m. on Monday, August 5th" would indeed mean what you intended it to mean, to those of us who know that midnight signals the start of the next day, not simply another hour of the same day, your phrasing was very misleading. Damn you.
Ahem. I'm not entirely sure that the last paragraph made any sense, but hey. And may I just say that I am so fucking sick of checking my email and finding 15 messages about enlarging my penis and getting out of debt. I do not have a penis to enlarge, and I'm not in any debt yet, so take it elsewhere, please. If you don't comply within the hour I'll be forced to lead an angry mob to your place of residence and tell them to have at it. Are we clear? Okay, jolly good, then.
As I'm currently on the verge of indulging my desire to murder Mason, I feel that it would be wise for me to leave the room. Besides, I need to shower. I smell like sleep and cookies, and that's really not a good combination. I'll write later, no doubt, because I have nothing else to do. Except buy fleece. Yes, I must buy some fleece. I can't tell you why, but I assure you that nuclear weapons aren't involved. Yet.
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