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Oct. 1st, 2004 10:34 amI did not watch the debates, I had no interest in the debates, I went upstairs and made a lovely Anya/Aidan icon instead. Because Alliterations Are Adorable. Apparently I missed some of Kerry zinging Bush, but woo. I don't really care very much.
Although I am somewhat amazed at the amount of Bush-bashing on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
metaquotes. I mean, I hate the fucker as much as most of LJ seems to, but wow. That's partisan. Not to mention after a while the jokes get older than my archaeology teacher, and I'm pretty sure he was teaching Clovis points from personal experience. I think I'm just going to hide under a rock till Election Day. And comfort myself with pictures of Siegfried and Roy.
In other news, I have gone home from work almost every day this week after at most two hours and at least twenty minutes. I'd say woo but this is starting to worry me just a bit. Money, folks! I need money. Give me my hours. Oh well. At least this enabled me to get sleep yesterday, which I so desperately needed after staying up till three thirty in the fucking morning making sure Samael and Daniel were good again. Oi. My voices are eating my brain. Oh well. Worth it, especially to have a month they just take all to themselves, especially if it keeps shit like that from happening again.
Meantime, Red and KITT are exploding. That does not make me happy. Especially since I know they're both going to regret most of the shit they're saying to each other when they come to their senses. This is bad, man, real bad.
Oogh. My life is incredibly boring without the voices in my head. Oh well. And I should really get back to the whole writing short stories thing, even if I don't dare work on any novels till I get the Dragon Dictate program. One short story a day. I wonder if I can do that without my wristbones detaching themselves from my body through my palms in fury. Yeah. Let's see if that works. Only starting Sunday 'cause I still have to get ready for game on Saturday. Pfui. So many things to do, so little time. So many asses to kick.
Although I am somewhat amazed at the amount of Bush-bashing on
metaquotes. I mean, I hate the fucker as much as most of LJ seems to, but wow. That's partisan. Not to mention after a while the jokes get older than my archaeology teacher, and I'm pretty sure he was teaching Clovis points from personal experience. I think I'm just going to hide under a rock till Election Day. And comfort myself with pictures of Siegfried and Roy.In other news, I have gone home from work almost every day this week after at most two hours and at least twenty minutes. I'd say woo but this is starting to worry me just a bit. Money, folks! I need money. Give me my hours. Oh well. At least this enabled me to get sleep yesterday, which I so desperately needed after staying up till three thirty in the fucking morning making sure Samael and Daniel were good again. Oi. My voices are eating my brain. Oh well. Worth it, especially to have a month they just take all to themselves, especially if it keeps shit like that from happening again.
Meantime, Red and KITT are exploding. That does not make me happy. Especially since I know they're both going to regret most of the shit they're saying to each other when they come to their senses. This is bad, man, real bad.
Oogh. My life is incredibly boring without the voices in my head. Oh well. And I should really get back to the whole writing short stories thing, even if I don't dare work on any novels till I get the Dragon Dictate program. One short story a day. I wonder if I can do that without my wristbones detaching themselves from my body through my palms in fury. Yeah. Let's see if that works. Only starting Sunday 'cause I still have to get ready for game on Saturday. Pfui. So many things to do, so little time. So many asses to kick.