There is a proliferation of bullet points on my friends page, and all from different sources.
Cell phone got turned off today. That’s the first to go.
There is a proliferation of bullet points on my friends page, and all from different sources.
Cell phone got turned off today. That’s the first to go.
Snap! Crackle! Skippy!
I have noticed that, while wearing my trench coat and going up stairs, I will pull the right-hand side of my coat back and away from my hip. After reading so much of the Wheel of Time, I think I’ve realized why. Being left handed, if I had a weapon (like a sword, axe, or a war hammer) hanging from my belt, that is where it would be. Hrm.
It disturbs me a little to see that Tor’s own Wheel of Time website lists The Path of Daggers as the most recent book.
Of late, I’ve felt very much like a gear on some kind of axle, turning with no effect on the universe besides my own turning. I feel the desire to click into place, to turn the complex gears of the machine in varying times and rhythms to me.

Which Genocidal Maniac Are You?
Sieg heil, you’re Adolf Hitler!
Quite possibly more famous than Jesus, you masterminded and helped orchestrate the biggest war crime of the twentieth century. Twelve million people were killed in your infamous death camps – which will label you as one of the most evil men ever for all eternity.
Not only did you gas people and cook them in massive ovens, you also performed all kinds of horrible experiments on them – experiments that could never be allowed before, or since.
On the other hand, you gave the world highways and the Volkswagon Beetle. Go figure.
This is part of why I want to see 8 Mile.
Interview with Eubulus Computers for a Sales position on Friday at 11 AM.
Interview/Training session with Phone Banks Systems for a Telemarketing position on Saturday at 2 PM.
Now to scour the local pizza places, as they all seem to have signs out requesting drivers. Tips would be nice up-front money.
Yesterday started off extremely well. *wink* After getting up and around,
Instead, I sat around my apartment and read. I kept falling asleep while reading, no matter what position I sat or laid in, and no matter how interested I was in the book. I had an increased desire to eat, weather or not I was hungry. I desired company while wanting to be absolutely, utterly, completely alone. I know these symptoms, though I denied it so myself until
Later on, I hung out with
So, yeah. I need to brush my teeth and head out to those pizza places. No rush, though, it’ll get done.