Wednesday, March 17, 2004  

Now Playing: Testing 1,2,3 - Barenaked Ladies

Ha, I don't listen to all anime, y'know.

My Sailor Moon Season One DVDs showed up a couple of days ago, but I'm so pissed right now I don't even feel like squealing in delirious joy.

Work was... work was work. Which is odd because usually work is a glorious funball of hyperactivity, sugar, and six hours of me saying "Hi, can I have your order?" (I work at Wendy's.) This is odd because I honestly believe that I am the happiest cashier in all of Illinois, and I've had enough compliments given to me and my managers to actually back that up. (Well, mostly happy. The happy vibe dies off around the ninth hour or so.)

But, anyway, I went to work. My drawer was short. That bit, but it wasn't enough to destroy my vibe. My vibe was murderered around the 5 'o clock hour, or so. Because I never leave on time, and that irritates the crap out of me. Which irritates the crap out of the managers. They know what time I leave. Why can't they actually get their work done so I can leave? If they're not gonna let me leave on time, then for Heaven's sakes, stop putting me on the freakin' register so I can freakin' leave and stop bothering them with what time it is?!

And then, when I got home, my cat made me knock over my chili.

And I can't freakin' remember where I heard the phrase "a month of Sundays." It's in a song I heard. And then I heard it again while watching Tokyo Babylon. Now I can't remember the song. I wanna say it's that new Five For Fighting song. One Hundred Years.

What the heck is a month of Sundays, anyway? Why does it imply having all the time in the world?

All right. That helped. I think I'm done venting for today. Back to Neverwinter Nights.

   [ posted by Kristin @ 6:50 PM ] [ ]