hope dies a cheese covered death

Know what sucks? Waking up from a freaky nightmare [I hate nightmares where sound is the big freakout] to find out it's pretty freakin' late and no one has called you for dinner, going downstairs, and realizing they had pizza.

A bitter, cynical little Imp would have smacked them. Instead I'll just grumble about it being a damn good thing I have to work at nearly 12 instead of ten.

I wonder if Alice was shipped today. The payment cleared the bank yesterday and paypal today...