ye olde crapfest

i'm sitting on the phone with my cellphone company trying to get them all straightened out, and the shitty thing is, i really actually have tons of work to do right now. i kind of want to be doing it so that i can get it done and maybe get out of here before six...so anyway, stupid cellphone, yeah.

i think i will have some lobster bisque for lunch today. just typing those words made my mouth water just a little...i may even invest in a bucket of bisque this time around...take it home and freeze it and enjoy it anytime i please. i can't wait til noonish.

i didn't do anything i had intended to last night. instead, i went over to boomalicious's house, ate chili, watched the singing and merriment, jousted, ate brownies, then went home. there, i immediately grabbed my guitar and started dicking around (i like to do this when i'm alone and it's quiet). ten minutes later, black z. returned from his 16-hour day, and the guitar went back to its hiding place. more jousting and a visit from the wild turkey fairy, and then BED! BED I SAY! i were tired. i get up real early now (around 6ish), and find myself wanting to sleep around 10pm. it's not bad at all. i think my favorite part of waking up nowadays is the "no alarm" aspect. i haven't heard that blaring, horrid "EEERR EEERR EEERR EEERR EEERR EEERR EEERR" noise in a long time, and it's the best frickin' thing ever.

anyways, what else? it's day three of the "young professional" costume series. i'm working on a plan that i'm hoping will get me some clothes money from the bosses, but odds are not so good. maybe i will wear the unicorn costume tomorrow, or perhaps i'll be an angel. stay tuned.