My fists are finally unclenched.  My teeth are finally not grinding.  I have forced my muscles to relax.  Whooo.

My stress-induced rage peak seems to be over, and that is good.  I keep reminding myself that there is nothing to stress over, and that things are under control.  Not my control, but under control nonetheless.

I’m fairly sure that I yelled at a customer when he mis-heard me.  “Not middle number, model number!”  I think I lost it a little bit.  I forced myself to relax after that.  Slowly but surely, I calmed down.

So.  Mark has an LJ, he’s .

I have to wonder if and I have let this wedding get out of our hands and become something other than a celebration of our union.  It’s not something I logically worry about, but it’s a nagging feeling.  I know that everyone just wants to make our wedding the best that it can possibly be, but it seems that few stop to ask us what it is that we want.  What it is that will make it the best for us.

I am not ungrateful.  I am amazed at everything.  I mean, everything.  *SIGH*  It’s just…. ours, damnit.

Tonight, and I will be at Luna in Royal Oak. You should be there. That’s right, I’m talkin’ to you. Because, not only do you get to hang out with us party peoples (and finally see her finished engagement ring!), but the and the niccer will be DJ’ing tonight!

So get yer ass out to Luna. :)

It’s been a little while since I posted.  I don’t feel compelled to, I finally just have something to say.

Cost of living, my ass. :)  Call centers suck, and will always suck, and I’m so happy to be rid of them soon.

I think that I have found my second cognate at MSU, but I will hold my judgement.  ATL has morphed into a new department that includes web-design and classes on publishing your works.  I am on the override waiting list for the latter class for the spring semester.  In fact, I am first on the waiting list.

Tuxes are finally taken care of.  I need to go in for a fitting as soon as I can get my ass up early enough.  Damnit ass, stop sleeping all the time!  Heh.

is suffering through anti-depressant withdrawl, and it’s pretty scary.  I hope that my retarded jokes aren’t making her mood any worse.

The super mysterious project now has a domain of its very own.  Soon, it will have a web page to go there, as well.  I ended up going with Liquid Web for the hosting.  I’ve been pretty inspired lately when it comes to that project, and have come close to finishing its second segment.  There will be three segments before gets her sequel, and it will be two years worth of published work.  The grand scope of this makes me grin, a bit.

I have letters to write.  I am finally caught up on LJ.  The world is pretty good right now, and I hope it stays that way.

I’m getting back into RantRadio. How strange is that…

We got a raise today, the one that was promised. It has actually -lowered- morale. Rumors were floating around that it was going to be somewhere between a dollar and a dollar-fitty per hour. Nope.

It sounds like the average was twenty cents an hour.

So, now, instead of being happy for a little extra change, people feel shat on. All because, in the time of the 100+ queue, months ago, a letter went around promising us a raise, and then they gave us time to think about it.

The level of peoples’ dissapointment shouldn’t amuse me as much as it does.