ye olde crapfest

march forth! i command thee!

i'm drawing some serious blanks when it comes to "clever" things to say about podunk banks. my job is a sham. and today i have to go to the bank and do a little subdesk maintenance to see about getting some of my money back. freaking usurers. taking advantage of the poor, weak masses. it's a shame. i guess i ought to say "thank you, christianity!"

i know i sound a little grumbly, but really i'm not. the weekend's too close for me to be grumbly. i suppose it sort of starts tonight with some mild-mannered celebrating for the passing of the test. i will also be celebrating the end of my recent illness(es) by exposing my body to lots of horrendous toxins. i can't wait!

i've been having some really crazy weird dreams the last couple of days. last night it was the dead rabbits that steve was bringing into the house, the night before it was me watering the plants with gallons of sudsy water and thinking nothing of it. boomer the plant sexpert was there and she was like "oh no no no that's not how you do it!"

and i've been having a hard time lately discerning between what's dream and what's actually happened. *sigh.*

drogas.