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Tired.

Sore.

Allergied up.

But I’ve reached some 33% of what needs cleaned. And I just realized I have a bunch of things in the fridge dated for today. Guess I’d better cook those.

This whole “trying to wake up at 9 am so I can be at GameStop at 10 am to snag a collector’s edition of Marvel vs Capcom 3″ plan is not working out so well yet. But I have until Tuesday.

I don’t know who it is in the office of student life that approves the posters at my school, but they need to be fired. I’ve seen tons of errors on tons of approved posters, and every one of those just makes us look like jackasses.

“Immagrant rights”, “ai@maricoap.edu”, “Improve ur math skills”, even a writers’ group which couldn’t manage its basic your/you’re homophone.

Maybe I should just try to take that job over as an actual editor. I’ve got experience AND it employs a student. Seems like a win win!

I have no moral compunctions against drinking or really any intoxication frankly. Although I’m not fond of tweakers, since meth tends to wreck people. I do know being Scots-Irish-Norse-Cherokee my alcoholism could be the stuff of legends, or my addiction to most anything. I’m also not fond of the flavor of most drinks, even if I’ve made up a few that I enjoy.

I do really like a good sake, though, and Hana-Kohaku’s plum sake is all kinds of tongasm. Every single sip is blissful, but sake is strong, and I’m a lightweight.

And I didn’t do everything I had to before I sat down to have some and watch Louie. See, I’m a lazy fuck of a drunk. That’s why I don’t drink, really. I don’t DO anything. As much as I tend to remain mentally coherent while drinking, but physically I get uncoordinated at a rapid pace. Combined with a lack of energy, and suddenly typing a paragraph seems like a big deal I don’t feel like dealing with.

Bear in mind I say this as an unabashed lazy prick. I’ve given up jobs just because they took place before 1pm. Sure I can be awake by 10 am, but moving at all takes until 10:30, and getting out of bed? That’s gonna be 11 at least. Two hours of consciousness is my bare minimum to get to work on time. And I know this. I also know that if I drank more often, it’d up itself to five.

I also um…have…things to say, I think. Something about cookies, but…ah screw it. I’m going to bed.

More MUSHcoding done. If only I could get a decent telnet client on campus, rather than shitty Windows telnet. But I suppose something is better than nothing, and it gives me time to code before Marvel Vs. Capcom 3 comes out. I’m not doing anything the rest of the week after THAT comes out.

My arm only hurts when I’m NOT drumming now.

Biology, thou art a truly ironic bitch.

In the spirit of a longer post and my current class set, have you seen the “Morning First Surge” from Clean and Clear? Oh my god, it’s a fucking vibrator disguised as a facial scrubber, so you can use it sneakily. Really, it’s a vibrating set of bristles, rather soft I imagine being for “faces.” They might as well package it with the “my first tampons” set and those old “squggle writing pens” that rarely were used for that.

And this way you don’t have to cover up for the squiggle noise and a lack of writing having been done. Just pretend you’re exfoliated when you finish up!

Also, my everything. I managed to set up pro drums on Rock Band 3 today, and dove right into expert. Shouldn’t have started off with a song in 7/8 time likely, but uh…well, I did. Still, a nice change after a second day of wandering about campus in a t-shirt and jeans while it was still under 50. Actually, I think it was 52 when I left, but everyone was still bundled up shivering.

I find the concept of being cold in 50 degrees alien still, even after 14 years in Arizona. I’m to the point where I don’t flip out when it’s 105 out, though I am certainly miserable, but I’ve managed to retain a range where I can deal just fine in 50 for a while too. Hell, I was outside drinking a nice iced coffee between classes. I’m not sure if I should thank discipline from Tae Kwon Do, my few months of Scouts before everything in my troop got WAY racist, or just childhood in Kentucky.

Whatever it is, I hope it lasts a while longer. As someone aiming to move north the last thing I need is to lose my cold resistance just before arriving in snow and rain. Which means that’s TOTALLY what’s going to happen, of course, because that’s just my life.

I’ve spent 6+ hours on what I’m pretty sure is an incredibly simple problem with WordPress. If I had a clue when it came to PHP or SQL, I’d have already changed a variable and a few functions around so that I can pull comments from multiple pages and display them all in one place.

But I can’t actually figure out how to specify the variable ID or even where the one missing function is located. But I can’t. I’m sure comments_template exists SOMEWHERE, but I can’t find it to redirect away from properly.

Someday I’ll be less horrible, I pray, with php. And by the time I am nobody will use it anymore.

Cable/net outage tonight, and it’s too late to type up a proper post via mobile wordpress. In fact I really should have been in bed a few hours ago, but…well, I’m glad tomorrow’s an easy class, anyway.

For now, here’s some good advice.

Don’t study your psychology of human sexuality textbook and also visit Encyclopedia Dramatica within an hour of bedtime. REM sleep will be filled with that which cannot be unseen. It involved reborn dolls, and I just may post it to everyone’s horror so they know what the end of humanity looks like.

• The mayor of Alabama is a real shithead.
• Apple is run by idiots who think a new screw will prevent modifications, and somehow NOT piss off customers.
• That there’s actually such a thing as a sexologist, but to make it sound more like a real thing, I’ll refer to fornicology.

Christmas ornaments? Is this in someone’s living room? What just disturbed the preacher so terribly? Is it something on the bride’s head? Someone’s vagina visible under a skirt? Did the drugs just kick in?

What’s the bride looking at? Is there something in the groom’s ear? On his cheek? Did she see cheesecake in the kitchen? Did she realize the drugs just wore off?

And why does the groom’s face look like Sam Beckett just leaped in? “Well…here we go again.” Or is it that he had a year long blackout? “Wait…why am I marrying my platonic high school friend? What’s going on?” Or is that his look of penance? “Well, that’s what I get for forgetting the condom with a lonely twilight fan.”