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All I hear in my head nowadays is the word "mediocrity," and I absolutely hate it. It is frustrating me a lot. My hand is not properly relaying the messages my mind wishes to deliver.

Jeez, talk about a broken record, huh?

Oh well; it's better to get this out of my mind now, rather than have to dwell with its increasing ferocity as I go to work tomorrow.

Speaking of which. Nine hours in the booth today? Then a two and a half hour orientation? Let's not do that one again; I'm fried. Maybe that's why I'm so cranky and downbeat. >=\

More art garbage

( Turnaround expansion, Chiinah, and yes, Rezzle. )

Tim is an amazing person to play Uno with. But his fusball abilities seemed lacking last night. Well, up until Gene played with him and they pwned Steve and his various interchanging partners. Coulda done without the continual shout of "I WANT YO' RAAINNNCOAT" every time Tim made a shot. Wtf is that about. XD

Just one more day working and I get three days off. Oh yesss. I'm going to try to begin setting up design ideas for Steve O'Leary/M.O.B.'s cd contest thing. Beceause his music is fabulous.

Steve (my Steve, not M.O.B.Steve. Jeesh, I know enough Steves to last a lifetime) mentioned going to the TechnoFest in Detroit on Saturday. I highly approve of this.