headache the 93rd

...The nephew is here. I'm torn between being so fucking tired half the time that I cannot see and wanting to spend oodles of time with, perhaps, the most obnoxious human being on the planet who still manages to be freakishly lovely.

And on that note, I retire to my room to fiddle around with the blonde dollies and the camera. For I have a plan. *cackles*

...or maybe I'll just cuddle up to Every Which Way But Dead until I pass out.

don't make me come to vegas

Okay, something died a horrible death in the kitchen, only I don't know what it was or where it's hiding. I've got it narrowed down to near the microwave somewhere, but... I don't know where exactly. And everytime I go to hunt it down, the smell gets stuck in my head and ohmygod, I need to burn my nose clean off kind of reaction.

Hurray, I got mail today. Boo, it was nothing more than some catalogue claiming, "This is your last issue!" and I just sat there wondering, "Did I get any before this?" and the cable bill. You know, you'd think paying the cable bill and the aol [shutit] bill would get us a little respect around here, but no. You'd think wrong.

Adding to the good news/bad news mix, I got to see the first episode of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends but my back hurts, like someone punched me or something. Actually, it's probably more of a slept funny kind of hurt, but still.

I think I hit maximum pizza saturation for quite awhile. Whenever Dad gets home, I'm sure Mom's going to the store, so I'll beg and plead until she brings me home an apple or two. Why? Because I like the way they crunch.

Alrighty. Headache and I are off to do some stuff. Is it sad that I've gotten so used to the headache that it's like my sidekick?

...yes. Yes it is.