Enigma

Lots and lots of babysitting is going to be in my future. 

The justice system is fucked up.


I have my copy of the Enigma magazine.

I like Chinese food. 

 I have a Manga of Hamlet to read tonight, Legend of Korra to watch, an epic game of Super Smash Land to play (I miss the GameBoy days. I never got over the day where I oh-so-misguidedly traded mine - all three - in. It was a dark, dark day. I hope the gaming Godesses will one day forgive me for my trespasses. I was young and in need of more Spyro games.) 

"Our fileserver, who art on LAN

NETSERVER be thy name
Thy programmes come
Thy commands be done
In DOS, and sometimes in WINDOWS
Give us this day our daily login
And forgive us our hacking
As we forgive those who hack in our files
Lead us not into corrupt procedures
But deliver our email
For thine is the CPU, the powersource and the monitor
For ever until obsolescence
Hey, man..."

 Libby came over today after a several phone venting sessions. I did my "I really suck at the whole helping thing, but I fail so endearingly that I hope I end up cheering you up somehow anyway despite my general awkwardness." She came over and we painted nails, watched some TV and ate some Chinese food until she finally had to go home. (Sadly, her parents wouldn't let her skip school tomorrow, but I'll be going with her to school on Wednesday. I will probably be extremely  cranky as I have been averaging going to sleep between 3-5 am and will probably need to wake up at like 6 am that morning. Oh, well.) Libby is coming BACK over tomorrow with Kaitlin and we are going to watch some Holy Musical B@man!. Libby may or may not come over early to watch Pan's Labyrinth. 

Children are terrifying. 

If I were a detective, I'd have a pipe. It would blow bubbles. (I dislike tobacco, but adore pipes.)

WAYSIDE. :D More plays! That I get to be in! Sort of! More like mini skit thingies! But that's okay! 

Say "Bubbles" angrily. SCREAM it. Go on. Do it. Right now.