Things always look better after about 11 hours of sleep...

...I have some time off coming up too, week after next. I asked for it last week, since the holidays were so busy and there was no way I'd be able to get extra time then.

I'm at Ben's again. He's coming home late tonight. Good thing too, because his baby misses him so, and he keeps climbing the chair I'm in and chewing on me while I type. Arrrgh!!! GEt off meeee!!!!
*Uses plant mister to drive him off*
You wait till your father comes home, young man!!!!

And I have a movie date later tonight. I thought *deep breath* Steve might like going to the Heights Theater since he hadn't been. Yes it's that same guy I've been moaning about. His name is Steve, so there. He might run howling off into the night yet. In fact I keep expecting it:
"Good work, Wesley, nice job, I'll most likely kill you in the morning." /Princess Bride reference...

My 32nd birthday's coming up. I haven't a damn clue what I'm doing. Maybe if people think it's a good idea I can pick somewhere and ze locals can come have a foofy drink with an umbrella in it. Keep in mind it's a Wednesday. No presents necessary, just your company. Whaddaya think?

*Added bit: To (sorta) protect the poor guy's privacy and because I think it's funny, Steve will be hereby referred to as The Dread Pirate Roberts. Yarr!*

After a morning of bandying about...

I should go upstairs and clean my apartment a bit, just in case The Dread Pirate Roberts wants a cup of tea later.

*Tries to hide messy files in the Huge Pile of Laundry...unsuccessfully*

Hmmm, maybe I should do some laundry, too.

Thank you for cheering me up so very much over the last 24 hours.

Before I go clean house...

I give you...more Weeble and Bob!

Weeble Saves Christmas!

Oh god...again with that damn donkey!!

Yarr.