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Huh. It's been months, and about six discarded layout ideas, but I still love my L&D layout for Locked In. So very odd. Was going to add stuff, only a raging indifference has stopped me. That and marveling at how pretty the pictures are. Ooops.

The cat is nesting on me. Nesting!

Rugrats Go Wild is surprisingly good, in case someone pondered. If not, well, now you know anyway.

Torn between regretting buying this month's Cosmo [see rant] or being happy with my Amber Tamblyn picture/mini article. Choices. The rant is one of their cover things was -insert stupid number here- of things guys don't ever want to hear you say, Which I figured would be worth a snicker and a half. Which it sort of was. Except there were like fifteen entries on how these guys are tired of hearing their girlfriends yammer on about celebrities or, in some cases, anything that seems to interest them. To amuse myself, I began to mental bet that 90% of those guys yammer on about something equally boring.

My left leg just fell asleep. Walking down the stairs will now be difficult. So, delay, delay.

La la.

The bright side is too bright for my eyes. My eyes!

This love! It burns!

Mmm. Nicktoons on DVD. What could be better? Oh yeah. Not having to go to work tonight. :p But, hey. Can't have everything.

I had a dream[house]. In it, it was Christmas. Only Christmas was mostly over and I had to work later that night and I didn't really remember much about the holiday, only that whatever warm fuzzies occasionally visit around that time of year had completely skipped me that year. Which sucked, because that's actually happened. But it made waking up and realizing it wasn't Christmas and I hadn't managed to somehow miss it that much better.

Almost as good as my nap yesterday. Which was a little less than two hours, but I swear, I woke up halfway through, didn't look at the watch, and based on the groggy-yet not so sleepy feeling, I figured I'd slept through my alarm. The hell, went back to bed. Woke up one minute before my alarm went off. Freaked me out.

Hrmm. I think that's about as interesting as I get for now. No letter from Ryan. No mail at all for me, actually. Which means no bills. :D

New icon. I'm going to stop. Really. Who needs this many? Oh yeah. I do.