New Years is not the 4th of July. It should NOT sound like a warzone outside. Maybe I'm crazy, but shouldn't you all wait until midnight?
Is it weird that I actually want to be alone on New Years? Not "alone" alone, but just be. And somehow I screwed up making rice. Retard.
Testing both my phone's ability to send a text and Twitter's ability to receive it.
Back home in Tallahassee. Unpacking, and watching my Dream Theater DVD again (because it's just that cool, and shuddup.) Happy Dec 31st!
YES! Dream Theater overload! I just watched the Score DVD -- and they ended with Metropolis! My face was appropriately melted.
So apparently Twitter stopped working with my phone. I wonder where all those updates I've been sending went to...
Life is good: a Dirty Jobs marathon. A white t-shirt and jeans. A borrowed laptop. Twitter. What else do I need? Nothing. Yay, vacation!
Now *this* is what I call a vacation: laying around, watching bonus features on Star Trek DVDs, with no obligations to anyone or anything.
I am tired. I had a great day, but I'm tired. Sleeeepp...
I am teh best gift wrapper in teh w0rld.
Ok, I'm in Venice and enjoying my vacation... Next up: Christmas Eve, then Christmas, then a week of doing nothing! Woo!
More traffic! This time, we're just parked on 75. This sucks.
Awesome: RV made from old Cadillac hearse!
Traffic jam, late start, and now at a rest area - will I ever get to Venice? Saw a car w Mexico plates earlier.
Costco is coming to Tallahassee!
Damn, I really wanted to be on the road about an hour ago. I still have to shower & pack!
It's getting a little chilly inside my apartment... dare I break out the space heater? Nah, I'll just make some hot cocoa.
So apparently, I can text Twitter from my cellular telephonic device. This is handy.
I never remember to update twitter. One last week at work, then Christmas & a week break. Then 2008, then back to work.
