LOOK! OVER IN THAT RECLINER!

Memo to self: Mandarin sunset martini. Yummy. I'll never remember that by the next time I go out for drinks innnn...like five hundred years.

After turning in my AE final and watching everyone else's (SOB NANCY WHY WAS YOURS TEN MINUTES OF HUMANE SOCIETY FOOTAGE OF ANIMAL ABUSE THAT WAS HIDEOUS), Nancy treated me to a drink at the Irish pub across from the school parking lot. She had me try some funky orange vodka thing that I didn't like at all, but that martini was really good. This from the girl who generally has no liking for the taste of alcohol and I probably liked it just because the tender diluted the booze with so much damn flavoring. Our instructor joined us and we babbled on for an hour or so, and I left a bit after Nancy was getting a little unintelligable. Don't get me wrong; I love hugs as much as the next person, but I hate the smell of cigarettes, so I had to get out of there. Fuddy duddy = me.

And uuuuuugh that bio lab practical today was pretty much a waste of mindpower. I knew maybe, uh. Three questions out of 20. *slaps it away* No more staring at pig fetus guts for me, thank you.


I feel like drawing and writing and rping and playing Mirror's Edge all at the same time what is this. I should invest in an extra set of limbs with thumbs.



And I feel like re-hashing out the script for TAE. Again. I'm redoing it. Again. For consistency I swear this is the last rehaul. If I can't get a good bundle of pages done this summer then that's it. I'm not picking it up again. I can't keep pussyfooting around it and then backtracking over and over. It's annoying and dumb.

Still. I'd like to be able to do something substantial and finish it. Like a website. I need to do that. Hrng.


*takes this extra space as an opportunity to punch happy into Nick*

Gonna get these MPA nametags all variable'd up and ready for print, harrass Mehall for a couple copies of the poster I made with my blood sweat and grinding teeth, and then I'm going to the gym and I'm going to swim. And it's going to feel amazing.

It is not cool that barely two days after a cortisone injection and my left knee throbs. Distractingly so where I could feel it hitting the bed as I lay. Guess that heat wrap does don't much for that--or it caused it. I don't know yet. Gonna see about that later. Nieva finds it disturbing, and was sniffing it and twitching and tried to hit it off my knee. What a thoughtful kitty. She takes to immediately leaping on the bed and laying up against me at all times. I love it, except when I'm wearing black. White fur everywhere. She needs another brushin', methinks.

Four more weeks.