Notice to all AA (burgeoning) writers, that also happen to read my friends’ list:

I’m going to be at the Fleetwood in A^2 tonight. I’ll probably show up around 7, and stick around until 11. I’m bringing my book, my brain, my creativity, my discman and some music.

Meet me if you wanna get some massive creativity on. I will happily bounce ideas off of my noggin, if you don’t mind the return bouncing. :)

Someone has messed something up somewhere.

We are all slowly being locked out of our workstations here at work. It’s a Michigan issue, according to our IT guys in Philly. No amount of resetting or unlocking the accounts is doing anything. I’ve been out since just before five. An hour paid to sit and twiddle my thumbs. What a nice end to the day. :)

I got this from , . and my Mom. Holy crap.

Perhaps I didn’t quite convey how I feel about this… HOLY CRAP!!!11!!!1!1!one!!one

Also, a letter I wrote to the editor of the City Pulse was used in Wednesday’s edition. So, I’m published. More to come. :)

To everyone who wished me a happy birthday, thank you so much. I’m retardedly lucky to have you all as friends, and will reply to every wish with something witty (I hope). :)

So, the day after I bitch about hating my job, guess what? I can’t sleep. At night. At all. says I was actually sleeping, but I would start awake every time she moved or made the slightest noise. I didn’t get anything solid till around 6, I think, but even then, it was sketchy. So, this means that I call in sick to work, because I can’t operate. This also means that I’m in sleepy groggy hell for much of the day. The only way to stay awake was enough coffee to make me feel light-headed and tingly in my extremeties. I think it was like 11 or 12 cups.

An email from Amy, a good friend of mine who decided to print out everything that I’ve written so far:

“You should see this thing printed out. It doesn’t even begin to fit the large binder clips. It is huge and beautiful and feels so real now that I see it on paper. You should be so proud. I have to put it in a box!!!!!!”

I am proud, Amy. I am. :) This shout out also goes to , who asked me what I would do if I could do anything for a living, and “write” pushed its way out of my mouth without my knowledge or permission. Heh.

I had a phone interview with a City Pulse staff writer, which means that I and my letter to the editor are going to be extensively quoted in their upcoming article about McPherson. Finally, I can say this about that assbag and his administration: “I WIN!” Heh.

Okay, my internal systems are shutting down one by one. It’s time for me to call and wish her a good night. Same goes to all of you peoples. :)