Hyperactivity breeds in boredom.

Unfortunately, inspiration doesn’t seem to. I’ve been trying to write a Steven entry all day, and nothing’s presenting itself. Maybe I should just start writing random words and go from there.

If only I could work on my novel between calls without fear of Comcast attempting to claim ownership. *sigh* I’d probably be nearly done by now.

I have a feeling that I’m going to break out into Christmas songs soon. I need to find my damn Santa hat.

It’s mine, , I bought it from you. ;) You can’t have it back.

I am now out of stamps. Maybe I should stop by the Lansing post office tonight and get some holiday ones out of the machine. DOLLAR COINS!! WOOHOO!!!

Yeah. Bored. I think I’m taking more calls now that I’m trying to slow down. *snicker*