Gibberish, meanderings and begging

I'm working today because somebody else got confuuuuuuuzed. Not my problem, I need the 8 hours O/T it'll bring. It hasn't been really busy, I've been able to get some photos for tomorrow's picture update cropped and I was just given a handful of malted-milkballs.

Anyway, I found the following in my junk filter:
( Best random language I've seen since Grant Morrison first re-wrote the Doom Patrol )

...OK, yeah, I included too much. *^_^* The Toga Boxer Shorts apparently opened the tin of woo-woo words, though....


[mental meander] It's somewhat vexing. So often I think of things while driving to, say, work, that I think 'I'll put that in my LJ when I get to a computer again.' Then I get to, say again, work, and by the time I can sneak a few minutes to myself, it's gone quite out of my head.

Meanwhile, I've got this trick memory thing going on. I'll very responsibly make a mental list of What Needs Doing during the weekend, when I'll actually have a few contiguous minutes to do so. However, I get home Friday, completely forget about Adult Swim Friday Night Fix because I'm distracted by dogstar_academy or somesuch (although now that I'm back on dialup, I don't know if the Fix is in for me anymore)... and by the time I wake up Saturday, I've no clue about what needed doing until Monday again.

It's almost like a stress-self-preservation technique. I sabotague myself....


[pathetic look] Don't suppose anybody would like to buy me Girl Genius Collection #4: Agatha Heterodyne and the Circus of Dreams? It's not horribly expensive or anything....


Hmm, this seems like a Night Stalkery post. Close enough, at least.