ye olde crapfest

well i managed to get back to sleep for a while this morning, but not for long. let's just say my bladder had other ideas. so i'm up, i'm showered, and i'm on the damn intersuperwebbernet. i'm actually browsing around on ebay, looking for something good for dad's bday/dad's day combo gift. it has to be "unexpected," because as i said, my father is some kind of wizard. he always guesses what his gifts are, no matter how cleverly you wrap it or try to throw him off the trail. schmra suggested getting him something he'd never expect, to which dad responded "i'd never expect a bong." haha. can i get my dad a bong? isn't that, like, wrong or something?

anyway. it's hump day (though, if you'd been here between 7 and 10 yesterday evening, you might've gotten confused and thought yesterday was hump day.... eeeeew), which is also donato's pizza day. can i make it to friday? sometimes i really don't know.

talked to my sorta brother yesterday. he's picking up some tickets for six flags while z and i are up in rhody. my aunt said "are you gonna go? people have been dying A LOT there lately." i tried to explain how the concept of "murder park" somehow appeals to me even more than "fun park." i don't think she got it.

i must go get dressed now. gotta go to work early to rehook the stupid fax machine. stupid.