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I'm in mourning. My black thumb seems to have altered its course of evil this year. Originally I planted two sets of seeds when it warmed up enough that visits to the porch didn't make me want to set myself on fire just to warm up. I added a third little pot shortly there after and ever since I have been CURSED. The dog knocked over the smaller pots. I fixed the second, but the third was screwed until I set up my fourth little pot. Then the cat broke the big pot [it was the one Widget made Mom last year in kindergarten] and then the dog stole the pot that had actually started sprouting things.

I could cry. :( So I've moved the surviving two pots to the spot over the door while I plot my next move. Outside in pots won't work [small and soil issues] and I keep hoping I'll have enough money to get actual plants but maybe I should just hold off on that and go for the glory of seed. Hmm. Damn, the porch had been such a good idea. Unless over the door does work.

I do wish my window weren't a squirrel perch, then I could use the one in my little room. As it is, even if they don't eat the stuff, they land and knock things over. As I found out the hard way last year. Still...

G'ah, it's cold again. But I have one more week until my vacation starts. It's not as long as I usually take, what with me having already taken two days this year, but I figured five days in a row is much better than simply taking two. I'm so excited and I'm not even going to be doing anything aside from maybe a movie with a couple of co-workers. DUDE. No work but paid anyway. :D

Seriously, that third week of vacation pay is going to make me cry the happy tears.

I packed up the remaining bits of Halloween stuff and re-distributed the previous box so now I can set up my new little mail system in the hallway. Yay me.

Also, last night's Applebees at work was a really bad idea. DUDE. Hamburgers should never still be squishy red! EVER. Unless you sign a waiver. Which I would never do.

Hrmm. This is from yesterday. Oops.

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I'm having a crawl out of my skin moment. Please excuse me. I wish I knew how to get rid of this feeling aside from blindly stumbling into whatever it is I wanted to do in the first place but have long since forgotten. Because, dude, I'm tired of it.

I thought I had a couple of hours worth of Psych goodness left, and I do. If I watch/listen to the commentaries. I'd rather not, though I might for the first episode of S2. We'll see. So I'm disappointed about that, as it was my plan for this afternoon.

Went to the Book Exchange to do my monthly book walk about. I don't tend to spend a lot of money there because I'm cheap and the prices are, frankly, a little high for what they've got. But today I hit pay dirt in the quarter bin. A fair chunk of the Casteel series [VC Andrews] with step-backs. If not for the bit cut out of the corner, we're talking good to go. SCORE! :D So. 81 cents for three books. I'm happy.

Well. Until the need to pounce or scream or something. I'm gonna go caffeinate myself and see if that helps.