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Wicked.  Was.  AMAZING.

Also: fifth row tickets ASKDF I COULD COUNT THE FREAKING SEQUINS.  (Except there were so many I quickly lost count.)

Sleep now.  Jewelry post later.

Waking up with a headache every day of the week is becoming more than a bit bothersome.

Still unhappy about last night's decision, but sometimes you have to give up on something lest it drowns you.

Today will be better.  I have hot pink plans, the possibility of finding a better-fitting pair of shoes, an appointment for 100% brain-melting glee, and word that Z should start his journey back to me tomorrow.

Oh, and who's going to see Wicked tomorrow dressed up in her cutest new dress?  Damned right I am.  Note to self: DIRECTIONS.

Note to self: you knew it would probably turn out to be a horrible investment, but you did it anyway.  Your own damned fault.  Time to leave it behind and move on.

Tangentially (very vaguely), I would make a horrible lesbian because I never really did like Ani DiFranco.

And then this.

I WANT Lee Jung Hyun's "Ari Ari".  Like burning.  Help!

And would someone tell me why classical music frequently suffers from horrendous recordings?  I hate it when the computer/mp3 player/CD changer flips from an overly muffled and often static-plagued classical recording to a VERY LOUD ROCK SONG.

According to the time clock, I worked 38.55 hours this week.  Notably, I was only scheduled to work Sunday and Friday.

When five out of the top ten news stories are about Michael Jackson, maybe you're over-doing it just a wee bit.

Who knew that waking up screaming would scare the bajeezus out of the dog?  Or that muscle cramps could hurt THAT BAD?  Clearly, I need to never again wear heels to work.  Or eat more bananas.  Or both.

Oh gods, the pain. D=

I had less than two hours of sleep, my contacts won't focus, I have a work-meeting that will take goodness only knows how long and I seem to think I will have the energy for shopping afterward.  This cannot end well.

Unless it involves me coming home safely and sleeping for twelve hours straight.  That would be nice.


Edit:  Meeting went swimmingly (other than the part where my boss wants me to do it all over again tomorrow) AND I got my shopping done (things were on sale!) and now I am home safe and sound (well, maybe not sound - pretty sure there are a few screws loose).  Nap (hibernation) time commencing NOW.

Gamer terms should not be applied to ones job status, especially when the term in question is RAGEQUIT.

Earlier good mood completely trashed.  Feel like a stupid puppy.  Stupid, unloved, unwanted puppy.

Why on earth did I agree to come in at 9am tomorrow?  And Wednesday.  Clearly, I am insane.

House-sitting while the parents are gone, keeping my sister company.  Things were going well enough until last night/today.

- Haven't been sleeping all that well: not my house, not my bed, things are entirely too hot/cold/bright.  Took a nap last night, was unable to fall asleep until 10am today.
- Was woken at 10:30am, 11am, 11:45am, 1pm, 2pm and 2:30pm by: Bella chewing bones on the bed, Bella trying to get me to play, Duncan wanting out, Duncan wanting in, Conall wanting out, Conall wanting in (note: the parents do have an electronic dog door, but Duncan's collar won't work half the time and Conall is too damned dense to figure it out), Tess and Bella fighting on the bed, and my grandfather calling to see if I'm okay.  (Er... yes.  I'm nearly 30 and I usually live by myself.  House-sitting isn't going to kill me.)
- Attempted to take nap on couch after sister left for work, only to have either Duncan or Bella nudging at me every five minutes for playtime/cuddles/food/etc.
- Realized I wasn't going to get any more sleep and decided to make dinner, only to find my chicken smelled a little off.  Not necessarily bad, but not good enough that I wanted to cook it.  Chucked $10 worth of chicken in the trash and decided to go grocery shopping.
- While shopping, I decided to stop by my house to pick up some curry powder and various other spices.  Once I returned to the parents' house, I discovered the curry powder bag had split open, liberally dusting my back seat with vivid yellow powder.  Notably, my car received a complete wash and very thorough vacuuming only last week.
- Still too spazzy to contact HP.  Think I have proper amounts of rage and indignation built up that I may do so tonight.  Though I haven't had it for long, I feel lost without my laptop.

On the upside, I found chicken on sale, managed to cart half my crap home, and my car smells like delicious curry.

In happier news, I checked my mail and found a giant box from Amazon.  YAY LUCIFER.  And Depeche Mode.  (I will not make a smartass comment about how suited these two things are to each other.  Nope.  I won't. ... . . . CORRUPT! aksdf)*@$&!MNIEPZGW!! ::flails::)

Life really doesn't get much better than this (a functioning laptop would be nice though).

Word fractals! =D

I kid you not, this is how my brain works most of the time.  Trees and tangents and chains of thoughts strung out and bursting into new ideas.  If I actually thought I would have use for this beyond "oh shiny, I wanna poke at it!" I would sign up for a subscription in a heartbeat.

A few days ago I had a Very Bad Day.  In an attempt to calm myself down, I threw the camera and mp3 player in the car, picked a random direction and went driving until I was thoroughly lost.  By the time I arrived at the outskirts of middle-of-nowhere, I realized I had no food, no sunglasses, no bug spray and no earbuds for the mp3 player.  What I DID have was a nice view and twenty minutes until sunset.

Forty-five minutes and a hundred pictures later, I was feeling almost human.  Drove home in the twilight ready to face the world again.

As the subject-line says, I'm up well past my bedtime.  Nonsensical entry GET!

I have discovered that hopping in the car and taking off for destinations unknown is actually kinda fun.  However, next time I need to remember a) having an mp3 player isn't much good if I don't have earbuds, b) if I plan on staying out past sunset then packing dinner is a good idea and c) for goodness' sake, BRING SOME BUG SPRAY.

I may have just spent a LOT of money at Amazon.  But CDs!  And books!  I have no willpower.

Neko is the bestest Neko ever for indulging my RP whims, up to and including that thing where we plan on bringing one of my more obnoxious characters down a peg or five.

Still no word or package from the HP repair people.  If I haven't received the box/mailing labels by Monday, I'm going to pitch a fit.

My dog is fuzzy!  (I could do without all the fur on my good work clothes though.  Not looking forward to the billion loads of laundry I need to do later today.)

I appear to have picked up a Japanese version of "Kiss from a Rose".  According to the file information, it's been on my hard drive for nearly two years.  With a few oddball exceptions I can tell exactly who/what/when/where/why I decided to listen to a particular band or song.  (VAST was Velvet Goldmine fandom over ten years ago, Muse was recommended by an art board I used to post on seven or eight years ago, CXS was due to Kat fangirling wildly about five years ago and so on.)

I have absolutely no clue where this song came from.  NONE.

So my mostly brand new laptop?  Is now a $700 brick.

Good: HP is repairing it free of charge.
Bad: Due to all the mailing back and forth (I have to wait for them to mail me the box I need to mail to them...) I will probably be without the laptop for at least two weeks.
Ugly: Before the battery completely died on me, I transferred damned near everything off the computer and on to the TB drive.  Everything, that is, except the documents I was working on.

FUCK.

I'm tired and lonely and BORED OUT OF MY MIND WITH NOTHING TO DO.

YAY RAIN!  Going to work on less than six hours of sleep is going to bite, but YAY RAIN.

Just in case my geekiness wasn't apparent enough...

Yesterday was my birthday.  I guess most people go out drinking and dancing or have parties or things like that.  Me?  I went to see Star Trek at the IMAX theater, had Americanized Japanese food for dinner, then spent rest if the night reading about quantum singularities and event horizons.

I?  Am a big dork.  (A dork who sorta wishes she had someone to drag to the movies with her, but who was happy with the day none the less.)

(And my coworkers brought me pizza from Chicago and a wonderful fruit pie for a delayed birthday party today.  I'm four hours behind with my work and will probably be even more delayed once I get to the crap my coworker undoubtedly screwed up, but I am a very happy Birdy right now.)

I have sitting in front of me an adorable little digital media player.  Music and videos can now go with me anywhere while taking up about as much space as the stack of credit cards found in the average American's purse or wallet.  Having so many items with little to no physical form has advanced our society to a point that few would have even dreamed of twenty years ago.

So would someone PLEASE tell me why we're still charging prices reminiscent of twenty years ago?  There is no physical format to mp3s, no packaging, no mailing costs.  There are the issues of server space and bandwidth, but I highly doubt those compare to the storage and delivery costs of old.  $1 for a song?  $15 for an album, in many cases?  Charging me the same price for a physical copy, yet sending me nothing to hold, no liner notes to flip through?  I don't think so.

I have been eying Amazon's Kindle.  The ability to take dozens (Hundreds! Thousands!) of books with me anywhere I go?  Being able to read them day or night, regardless of the light?  And in a package smaller than most magazines?  Sounds like the traveling bookworm's biggest dream.  And then you realize that they charge the same price, or nearly so, for both their digital and physical copies.  Excuse me, but since when is something without shape and form equal to that which I can touch and hold?  Call me a twentieth century girl if you will, but if I'm going to pay full price for a book the give me the damned book.  While one could argue the digital format is more convenient and therefore worth the same price, I argue that it is in many ways far inferior to its predecessor.  I want something I can attack with highlighters and sticky-notes, something with dog-eared pages and the smell of the ages (minus the cigar smoke that permeates one of my previously owned books - that I could do without).  While one can share and pass on a digital file, such is not the case with the Kindle.  I think they are well aware of that and are milking it for all it is worth.

Somewhere out there someone is saving a bundle of money on digital media.  Unfortunately, it's not the customers.