*weep*

I am cranky.

Work was fine today, I worked until 5 PM no problem (hooray for 8-hour days), and when I got home the computer had returned (at a cost of $85, and with the warning "don't download adware/spyware". Gee, thanks).

However, assuming that my family was going to, you know, make dinner, I decided to take a nap.

I woke up at 10 PM to someone slamming the door. I still don't know why, and I still haven't had dinner. I had lunch, so this isn't quite so bad as it would have normally been, but still... no dinner.

In other news, I really really really want to play Exalted again.

In other other news, life is empty and meaningless and I am obviously psychotic and hormonal. I blame no food and a four-hour nap in the middle of the day.

A secondary, but amusing, Aberrant update

As told to SimonB:

Alex: Oh! Oh! Speaking of which, Vicki is dating Imago now.
Mysticjuicer: *nods*
Mysticjuicer: Took her long enough. ;>)
Alex: This is going to be angst-tacular.
Alex: No! It's bad! Because she totally wants back with Aaron. XD;;;
Alex: She's the psychotic one, not me.
Mysticjuicer: *l*
Alex: Also, she and Imago are not eye-to-eye on the whole relationship thing.
Mysticjuicer: Splain? This doesn't count as a question though.
Alex:
Vicki: "are we going steady yet? are we? are we?"
Imago: "Vicki, you're a psychotic near-criminal who hates sex and whose last boyfriend cheated on her. Forgive me if I don't exactly leap into marriage, here. There's only so much I'll put up with for your hotness."

I give up.

No. Really. I give up.

On so many things, too.

My mother's birthday is on Friday. Words. Cannot. Express. My joy. Mainly because 1) I have little money to spend on her, and 2) I have no fucking clue what to get her. What do you get your mother? I'm thinking pigs, but good lord her collection is already huge.

The writing has died again. I had it for a little while and then it left. Yes, I know, you "just have to sit down and write" until all the dumb crap is out and you finally shit out that gold brick, but I fucking hate the verbal diarrhea that this technique mandates.

There has got to be a better way!
Unfortunately, I still haven't invented that straight-from-brain-to-page machine yet.

Two and a half more weeks of work.

I probably should have gone to see that movie with Simon and Jason. Instead, I was a big loser and stayed home.

I do not think the Aberrant one-shot is going through for tomorrow, because I haven't gotten ahold of SimonL yet. That doesn't bode well. Especially since he still has 21 nova points to spend.