- The horrible phone call from Tuesday night.
- How I hate my job, but must stick with it for sake of not sucking monetarily.
- Love stuff. Jinx further I will not.
- What I actually wanted to write in the previous slot.
- Lady Gaga.

I'm late for bed again. I'ma shaddap.

All things considered, I really ought to stop taking advice from:

• People who have problems and/or issues.


• People who just simply aren't happy.


• People who aren't even remotely close to living the kind of life I want to live.

DMV ahoy in the morning!

Belated, but: Hope you all had a nice turkey day.
Mine, good but tiring. I'm exhausted.

I like orange.

I haven't gotten any calls today, but I'm okay with that.

I guess I can live with being here for the day today.

I hate the DMV. Yeah, the car insurance thing is my own fault, but it's still really annoying...


I like purple, too.

Done for now.

...I am not going to need to have debates and arguments with a call-center representative to prove I am an intellectually superior human being.

Here's hoping there's improvement.

Yeeeeaaaaaah call center.

For some reason, this is insanely funny to me:


That is all. My coffee's not working.

I ain't seen no magic yet.

More or less just writing to say I'm not dead.

~fin~

SHEESH.

After work today, which proved hectic and full of people demanding tables for the holiday weekend (and one individual who demanded my attention after I'd locked and armed the office), I stopped by my father's house. My stepmother was cleaning out the shed in the backyard. She was showing me bicycles of ours when she gasped suddenly, lifting a metal tray from the chaos.

A mouse was sitting in the tray. I could tell it was a male from some telltale external anatomical features. He had black eyes and a coat split between a white belly and a brown-brindled backside. He was apparently scared as there was the fresh, unmistakable odor of mouse urine coming from the damp bottom of the tray.

My father said to put the mouse in the lake behind the house. I asked him why, and if the mouse could swim. My father said no. He paused, I guess from feeling awkward, and explained that he had no qualms about killing rodents. I stated that I did, sought out a bucket, and told my father I would take the mouse far away from the house. My father's not by any means a hater of animals, though I do understand his want to prevent any infestation of the home he spent several years refurbishing himself.

I placed Mr. Magmallion (as I accidentally named him, finding myself becoming mildly attached) into a bucket with a cardboard drink tray to hide under and a small paper cup from which to drink water. He made good use of the slots normally reserved for coffee cups. A tuft of fur between the relief cutouts was all I could see of him. With the bucket fastened in the passenger side seat of my car, I drove into the woods.

When I turned the bucket over next to a log, Mr. Magmallion was quite still for a moment. I don't think many wild mice take car rides over the course of their life, so this wasn't so unusual. He also may have assumed that I would've caught and eaten him if he moved too suddenly. After getting over much of the shock, however, he scurried off as a mouse should.

It was a short relationship, but I do wish Magmallion well. May he have many, many mouse babies and eat lots of good, tasty plants.

Today I donated blood. I took my sister along with me. A good cause, yeah?
So I give my pint, wander over to the juice and cookie table and happily partake of oreos, pizza and pineapple juice.
I was happy with myself, and proud of my sister who was donating for the first time.
Then I notice I'm starting to feel light-headed.
...and then I'm starting to feel dizzy. A glance at the violet brochure they give to you when you donate says to sit with your head between your knees if you're feeling light-headed or dizzy.
I attempt this head-between-knees maneuver. A gentleman says, "Is she alright?"
Pretty much every other nurse in the center comes over and asks me if I'm alright. I lift my head up and start to see stars, those damn black and purple geometric kind that are rather unpleasant. Black out sensations and nausea ensue.
They bring a bag over just in time for me to safely throw up my free lunch. They clean me up and sit me in a chair with my legs elevated.
They ask me every other minute how I'm feeling. I feel better now that I've vomited, but I understand it's procedure. I laugh about it.
Some apple juice and water later, I'm able to stumble over to 94 HJY's promotional table and get my free pound of coffee. Then my sister and I went home.
Slept a while after that.
The whole situation seems much less funny now as my body's tired from the ordeal and thus I am rendered grouchy.
Yay for extremes!

Display on my laptop is not working. White, black, and gray screens are all I get. Secondary monitors still display desktop properly.

Phone suffered software corruption, meaning all of my contacts, pictures, and messages were lost to the void. Data go poof. Awesome. Verizon said, "Sorry" and gave me a new phone as that was all they could do.

Car still needs a-fixin'.

Why'd the law of Trouble in Threes not stop at just my car? Arrrgh.

Saturday was Free Comic Book Day! We went to a bunch of places...first New London, CT, where a very large crowd had amassed; then Johnston, RI, which was an interesting place; then Providence, a big letdown as there was no Free Comic Book Day rabble here; and then Cranston--very novel place there.

Today was spent in Worcester, MA, and Leicester, MA. Very good barbecue sauce.

Time for a hopefully mild week in one place.

Oh man...I don't wanna spend $500 so my car will pass its safety test. So much for that paycheck.

Methinks this foretells of many flowers come May.

Working a lot lately. Need to consider the next step.

Edit: Right, duh, and of course Happy Earth Day.

Hey guys.

I think this stuff is pretty good.

The green bottle. YEE-HAH

Later.

My update combo broke. Rats.

Goddard Park's not bad. I like it. Be social and personable and helpful all day...aces. Paperwork and protocol and processing in plentiful amounts. No internet out there, though. Not unless I want to get a dial-up account (which I do not). However, I get to enjoy the weather to a degree. There's a stable on the park grounds, too...I want to ride a horse. Or a pony. ...maybe some time over the summer.

I haven't made any progress whatsoever on making bags as I have a lot of fabrics that simply don't match. Not very conducive to even starting the darn things. I'll consider investing in lots of solid colors with my second paycheck. As for pictures, I'll either have to find an excuse to wander over someone's house (thank ye for the kind offer) and borrow their camera, or ask my mom nicely if I can borrow hers even though I know it will come with many an insistent, "Be careful with it--here, this is how you do it." Mothers always mean well, I know, but I guess I'm just ready to be beyond it...or however you'd say it...

No word from Iowa still. I will call it a draw as I probably need to figure out which direction I want to go and build the foundation for that instead of going by what people say is "so me." I do think the program looks exciting, I would love to learn about it, but it's high time I filtered out the things I truly love and want. I saw a guy who was an environmental artist with Treyarch on television the other night. I can definitely do 95% of all the things they filmed him doing. Maya work and pretty and whee. I so wish I could just drop the $800 to get the program and play. What's a girl to do, though...I just hope that if I do choose to try and go out there that I don't get remembered as the girl who didn't call back...

Other stuff:
- Need to get my car's registration renewed.
- Might cash some bonds soon to take a good dent out of my financial burdens.
- Need more pink.

That'll be fun to wear tomorrow. The polo's assigned for work, so I can't really go for a different option.

I hope this job won't be too boring or too nuts. Then again, quiet is fantastic to deal with, and chaos makes the time go quite fast. I guess I'm clear.

I should sleep so I wake up on time. However, I wanted to note:

I made a bag. Yeah. Hear that? Start-to-finish, bonafide MADE. I started cutting fabric and then I couldn't stop. It felt AWESOME. I still want to tweak it some, however, as I think the rim of the bag could be done nicer...it kind of rolls right now. I probably have to open it up and trim the allowances down. I would like it if there wasn't any stitching showing on the outside, but I don't know if a simple under-stitching would fix it...I'll do some reading.

The design itself can still be tweaked...a form of closure could be really nice. Zippers? I'll have a chat with their diplomat in the near future. In the meantime, I'll make use of the exciting carrot and rabbit fabrics I snatched up from this remnant shop in Richmond.

I realize I still have no photos. It's hard to post them when you lack a camera. I'm working on it.

I must sleep if I want to have any hope of getting up on time. Goodnight, populace. Wish me luck tomorrow. It's seasonal, but it's still work, and I'm so very glad to have it.

Cheshire Cat.

That is all.