September 10th, 2004
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“So what? So let’s dance!”
I think I’m a little light-headed. In the statistics department this week, my daily average was 11.6 hours at work, 0.66 on the train, and 6.1 sleeping. That left me with roughly 5.64 hours a day for Final Fantasy 7, botany, showering, reading, blogging, and chatting. I have acquired extended information about this month’s festivals (and what it’s like to crash a motorcycle at 200 mph), two highly amusing comics, combat tactics of the Spetsnaz, installation techniques for Unix on a Gameboy, and the best temperature for a hot ham n’ cheese while eating shaved ice with a plastic fork and feeding a gold chocobo.
But yeah, I’m light-headed. I was giggling (for lack of a manlier word) to myself and wondering what a week means in my life, for nearly sixty percent of time is all about impossible software projects and WM_PAINT messages. To that note, I’m going to screw with the KORG, eat frozen peas and do wall squats while half-watching Caddyshack because my Emo brother has a predilection for hibernation and not showing up for networked Warcraft sessions. Trulala!!!
I WEAR BIG SHOES YES MY LITTLE POPOVER MUNCHKIN!!
ps – Since the typhoon Wednesday, my former laundry line-borne kitchen mat is still MIA. I will have to put up flyers and dredge the moat tomorrow before calling off the search and filing for life insurance benefits.
pps – Dan Tanna rules.
