silver linings

just to inject some good news into the dreary litany of angst that is the story of my life these days, Time Warner stock has been going up.

putt putt putt meow

things i need to do today:

• get out of bed
  
• take a shower
  
• send in insurance paperwork
  
• review the website of the company that sent that enthusiastic resume response last week
  
• play with oraclehelp for java to improve my chances of being hired by said company
  
• put away laundry
  
• eat something
  

things i have done today:

• read more of pete's amazingly detailed campaign background
  
• compose a long email to pete about what i'd like to see more/less of in the game
  
• play suncats
  
• report bugs in suncats
  
• arrange to have Susan and Michele from group come for dinner on friday and help me clear out my closet (not that there's much left at this point; i'm too fat for most of my clothes right now, and i've been purging like a bulimic on peyote)
  
• play suncats some more
  

bleah.

a snippet

     "This room is way too small for me," he said. "I can't be in here much longer."
     "Why, is your head swelling?" she asked dryly.
     He gave her a disgusted look. "You ever notice that most people don't like to be in anyplace that's too small for them to stretch their arms out?" he asked, and slowly spread his glossy black wings until the tips touched the walls on both sides of her office. They weren't even fully extended.
     "Oh," she said faintly.

jesus fucking christ

is there anybody out there less funny than Colin Quinn? anyone? i'm simply in awe of the man's complete and utter failure to be funny. who the hell is he blowing that he has his own show? you could beat this guy to death with a funny stick, and he still wouldn't be funny.