ReadingLirael, As You Like It, The English Patient, Heart of Darkness, Suikoden III, Candidate for Goddess
Watching House, Rick Mercer's Monday Report, Gilmore Girls, Scrubs, Corner Gas, Aishiteruze Baby, Prince of Tennis, Hikaru no Go
Playing The Bard's Tale, Katamari Damacy, Curse of Monkey Island, Final Fantasy VI, Disgaea: Hour of Darkness, Pretty Barbie Dressup Party Final Fantasy X-2(group gaming)
Back-burner Star Ocean: Till the End of Time, Star Ocean: The Second Story, Final Fantasy Tactics: Advance, Baldur's Gate: Tales of the Sword Coast, Planescape: Torment, Final Fantasy VII
Obsessing Firefly, Erik and Ray, Impulse/Bart Allen, Ford Prefect, Monkey Island, Nostalgia.
Upcoming Things of Importance January 5 First day of classes January 14 Birthday party January 16 Jaryn and Matt Are Old Day
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Is by Meimi, that wonderful Goddess who brings joy and happiness to the hearts of Ingrids.
This time, Meimi brought joy by doing a layout of Isumi Shinichirou and Waya Yoshitaka, of Hikaru no Go. It is full of wub.
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Yes, Virgina, there is a God, and he hates me very much
5/20/2004 12:59:07 PM
"I can see your brain through your nostrils." - Collin Sri'vastra, Friendly Hostility.
Sometimes I think God's laughing at me.
Yesterday, when I left to go to work for training (around five), I found a note under my door that said the guy who's plugging holes behind the radiators would be coming today, so I should move furniture away from the radiator so he can do his thing.
I get home from training around eleven, and go to bed.
I wake up in the morning, moderately early, because hey, they're also turning the -power- off this morning (they said from 9 to 9:30, but it wasn't back on until 10:15 or so). I had food, showered in the dark, and moved furniture out of the way.
In my bedroom, there is a bed. It's a large bed, made of actual wood, and very very heavy. I shove at it a bit and it doesn't work. I move some other stuff, including a dresser which started falling apart, but I popped the boards in question back in with my knee.
I try the bed again, shoving and pushing and kicking and swearing. It moves, inch by inch.
And then something comes unglued and the mattress collapses.
I can't figure out how to put it back together.
The hole plugging guy came about ten minutes ago and began pulling the radiator covers off . . . to find that the holes had already been plugged.
I moved all that furniture for nothing.
I broke my bed for nothing.
God is laughing at me, and I'm planning on coming home from training tonight, sore and miserable, and making a bed on the floor. If I have the energy, I'll take the mattress off the wooden futon thing (there's a frame, and it pulls out, but I'm not sure how). I think I can probably wedge in it the space between the bathroom and the main room, and there I will sleep, until I figure out how to fix my bed.
I realize that normal people would be able to, say, call a relative, or a neighbour, or a friend to help them, because this is a very difficult, if not impossible job for one person to do.
I hate being a social reject sometimes, I really do.
God can stop laughing at me any time, really . . .
