In case anyone has been wondering what I’ve been up to, my FFXI linkshell (meaning group of people that chat together during gameplay) now has an online community whose layout I am tweaking. My character is the one to the far left, with the cool claws. Yeah, I know, looks exactly like the two next to her, but my Vyaavi is shorter. So ha.

…She also doesn’t have gear that cool yet, but that’s what playing dollie is for.

I did get your email, Dad, but I can’t respond because YOUR email has been blacklisted through your spam-reporting place for whatever reason. Maybe you reported too much spam.

I sent a letter before I knew you’d been sick. It is rather snooty and encapsulates how I felt about the delay at that time. I have not yet received the W-2, but it may well have arrived; the mailbox for the park was taken out by some asshat yesterday who didn’t know how to drive with an inch of snow on the ground. The postal service hauled the remains away, presumably with the day’s mail inside.

In other news, my FFXI character was taking a tropical vacation when she was killed by a giant, sentient jelly. This makes me sad. I had even brought my beach clothes.

HI DAD. PLZ SEND MY W-2 KTHXBAI.

As I’ve said before, can’t call you cuz the phone decided I’m roaming as it was happily sitting on the same counter it’s been sitting on for months. You’re not responding to email. I need the W-2. What’s it take, 30, 50 seconds to put it in an envelope, write an address, put a stamp on it and stick it in the mailbox? I talked to you over a week ago. Don’t make me come down there. It would not be a pleasant visit.

I feel like blogging twice. So sue me.

I am nearly done the Dark Tower series. And when I say I am nearly done, I mean I have tended to leave it for several weeks out of dread that I won’t be able to stop reading, and that I finally worked my way to about five or ten pages from the end (I daren’t glance to see the page count) and I refuse to read any farther. The End is Near. But I keep thinking about it, of that brief glance I took at the rest of the page, the words so neat and orderly and calling unrepentantly. I will go back and read it. It’s inevitable. But it’ll be the end.

I am far too attached to this series, and I blame it on the way it incorporates the real world into an incredible fantasy world. No seriously. Steven King’s in it. Yeah I know he wrote it. No, really, it works! It’s not that bad. No, trust me. …Please?

I gots me a comment AND a new reader. X3 That makes 16 people commenting on the entry that says “comment here to be friended.” This pleases me. Three in February alone! Okay if I put it that way not so hot, but! 52 people are mutual friends, meaning they have me friended and I have them friended so they can read my stuff and/or I can read their stuff. Like five of them actually do. Which is four more than I expected! XD I should put some more stuff on fanfiction.net or something. Or take some off, or… Something. The Saiyuki stuff can stay up.

So anyway. Dad still hasn’t sent me my tax stuff from 7-Eleven, and is not responding to the various means I have to communicate with him. I can’t call because my phone is in the process of biting the bucket (whoa, mixed metaphors AND alliteration!) so I resort to public notices. I’d print something in the paper if I thought he’d read it. I want my W-2. Very badly. Oh yes I do.

I always kinda assume noone reads the third paragraph, unless it’s whining and bitching. Speaking of which, I get to work today while everyone else sleeps in. I have the sneaking suspicion it will be insanely busy today and I will be on express. Oooopsychicpowers. Either that or it’ll be insanely busy and I’ll be a bagger, but I don’t have that kind of luck.

Okay. I know everyone hates the whiny lj bitch that moans about not getting enough comments, but… I just wrote a bajillion words of fanfic that I am very pleased with. Admittedly, it’s slightly esoteric, but. I was so proud of it. And no one else cares. I should be used to that.

In other news, there is a small competition at work! We’re selling shamrocks for MDA, and whoevr sells the most gets a $25 gift card of their choice from the store selection. I have already picked mine out, and feel this is not arrogance in the slightest, because a graph was posted which showed number of shamrocks sold by cashier number (so no one actually knows who sold what). Most folks sold 1-5. Some sold 12 or so. Cashier number 050 sold 95. I sold 145. And it’s nowhere near done - it ends March 17. Donations are trickling to a halt, so I’m betting I could stop selling now and keep the lead.

I have had a peculiar lassitude lately. It’s really bugging me. I’m awake and have energy and all that, it’s just not translating into actual motion. And so of course work keeps putting me on express. And video hired someone before I could contact the lady that was hiring, so I’m stuck in the front end. Sigh. I seem to keep getting the short end of the stick lately, schedule-wise. At least yesterday I managed to wriggle out of express by helping to train a new cashier. XD

I hear it’s the new pink.
Aaaaaand the new black.

XD No, guys, it’s a song by They Might Be Giants. It amuses me. It’s like the Happy Birthday song that goes like this:

Happy Birthday (ugh)
Happy Birthday (ugh)
Grief, misery and despair
People dying everywhere
Happy Birthday (ugh)

But uh maybe it’s just me. *is amused*

I actually am pretty happy lately. I might be wriggling my way into the video department at work, which is basically the ideal job where you get paid to sit around and do nothing. Students want it so they can do their homework, but they need a daytime person, and ehehe here I am! So there’s a person I need to talk to, and I need to remember to mention that I already know how to use the lottery machine and thus don’t need much training at all, and then we’ll see. I dunno if it involves a pay change, but I doubt it. I don’t mind - you turn on a Disney movie, take care of the rentals, sell lottery tickets, and do jack shit else. I could get a lot done in that time, like actually working on college stuff. XD The space behind that counter has this academic vibe from all the students studying there. It’s a good feeling.

The other day I weighed myself and it said 206. Wow. I don’t really look any different, so my next goal is to keep going and see what happens, really. XD I do not want to be any lighter than 150, though. 150 is the healthy average for my height. I just want a bit less padding at the middle. ;_; None of it has gone away yet, but that’s because I’m not exercising and it’s all coming off my chest. Which my back says thankee for, sai, but is not the ultimate target area. I want a smaller ass, really. My ass could crush Texas.

Today Shan and I are taking a day trip up to Canada! I promise I won’t get drunk, although I might gamble away ten bucks. No more than that - I do not want to be gambling and suddenly discover that I cannot afford food or gas. Having distributed lottery tickets, I KNOW the odds. Casinos are worse. I will simply be spending ten dollars on a fun thing, not “getting closer to winning” or any such foolish thing. You don’t win. That’s not the point of the game. That said, there is an awesome shop on the quay (how the fuck do you spell/pronounce that?) that sells SWORDS. NICE SWORDS. Oh we all know what I am going home with. Mmmmmmm.

You’re older than you’ve ever been
and now you’re even older
and now you’re even older
and now you’re even older
you’re older than you’ve ever been
and now you’re even older,
and now
    you’re
      older
        still.

Time!
 
 
 
is marching on!

And time!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
is still marching on!

Oh god, I don’t want to go to work today. I want to go back to bed, where most people are at 5 in the morning. I want to curl up and pull the covers up and think about stupid fanfic plots until I drift off and snore loud enough to rattle the window. Okay, maybe not that loud, but still. Sleep.

I wasn’t paying attention yesterday and the cat scratched me. ;_; But Shan got six stiches in the last knuckle of his middle finger, so he wins. As a sidenote, I love how stitches in the hand is a commonplace thing with his current job. Le sigh.

I should maybe try to eat something. Well, I had a banana, that’ll have to do until I get my break. Oh hey, I get a lunch today. I should bring a book. Not the Dark Tower, I’m too close to finishing that. *doesn’t want to stop reading it evar oh noes*

Also, the linkshell in FFXI is active again! Yay! Stephy and Geo and Nick and Eish and Shan and me and uh the pet Hume Kalvac and uh was there anyone else. ;_;

This brain-spew has been brought to you by OH GOD I’M GONNA HURL. I know better than to eat in the morning. ;_;