Zzzznk--kk-whuh?

*Yaaaawn*

Back to that, aren't I?

I worked on a few things last night, talked to friends on the phone. Had the most disturbing dreams...at one point I was being menaced by someone in a bunny suit,( A Bunny suit? Mother of Freud, where did THAT come from?) and woke up gasping and thrashing. *shudder* That's it, no burritoes for dinner for a while.
I also dreamed of house-sitting for a coworker, trashing the place with a party, and having them come home to it. (I could feel myself tryng to wake up to get out of trouble.)

Was is a dreaming night last night? Did anyone else have bizarre stuff dancing in their heads? (I have a sinking feeling it was just me.)

Luminaria...

I keep looking at catalogs with fancy expensive luminaria in them...but all I really want is to make the ones I found in a book I bought a while back.
When you're finished, they're like colored seedpods lit up and growing from the ground.
(I'd have to put them in a vase or something, in my balcony-less state.)

Memo to myself: Stop at cool uptown floral place and ask for either willow switches or bamboo canes...

Wow, neat!!!

Someone sent us a postcard with a picture of Ray Milland's completely black gleaming eyes from the movie, "The Man with the X-ray-Eyes" Cooooooooooooooooool......

Maybe I can keep it...it's an ad for an upcoming exhibition.

Jingle bells, jingle bells...

A couple of coworkers told me how funny it would be if I had bells on my delivery
cart for X-mas...I told them I would be the grumpiest elf you ever saw..."Ho ho Freakin' Ho!!! I'm not deliverint that; you'll shoot yer eye out!!"

They're still giggling.

Ms Eff, who's trying to avoid wearing the Big Silly Santa hat for as long as possible...

I took an IQ test online...

I came up with 135.
The last net-IQ test was 120 even.
The last time I was formally tested in high school was 125.

Yeah, yeah, IQ tests don't really mean that much...and can be thrown off if you guess well. (I've always been one of those annoying people who slam-dunk tests and wreck the grade curve. Teachers used to salt the rows around me with hockey players so they could sneak looks at my work and stay on the team.)
I took Psyche classes, it's easy to rig a test to make it say what you want it to...

...But I'm a little proud. Just a little. I'm a CleverMaus.

Ohhhhhhhhhh, @#$%!!!

I know that tickle in my throat...and I feel hotter than I should.

I'm getting sick, aren't I?

Excuse me a minute...
*Bangs head on the counter and swears for 15 minutes*


I hate being sick.
*Bangs head some more*

I just bought a new carton of milk, too. Never fails.

Feeling better...

Ha!!! Any wimpy little virus in my neighborhood can eat my dust!!!
*Ms Eff's white blood cells all give the germs the simultaneous Finger...Bwahahahaaa!!!*

(I will still pick up immune-system goodies when I go home tonight.)

Neener neener neeeeenerrrrrr....