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So my Mom brought me buckets of something she says is 'good dirt', as opposed to the apparently 'bad dirt' that I have already and told me to plant my flowers before they died. I put the flowers on the picnic table and went to get the baskets and Sheba got up on the table and knocked them all over. Snapdragons, impatiens, pansies--all over the patio. I just stared at Sheba and she sat on the table, looking back at me like, "Fuck you too, you forgot to put egg in my food this morning, bitch," and anyone who thinks that a dog can't cut you with a look has obviously never met a Sheltie before. Or at least, not my Sheltie. :)

Also, I swear to god that if one more person calls me at work and wants something done for them immediately, I will just give in and get one of those number thingies they have at the deli and tell 'em to get in line and WAIT FOR THE APOCALYPSE, because after that and only after that will I have enough time to do all this crap.

Sigh. I'm very irritable today, but only because last night, there were people in the shed-thingie that belongs to the boating club, banging something in a very eerie, intense, horror-movie kind of fashion. At midnight. For at least a half hour. It wasn't loud or anything, but after months of nothing, the littlest noise is freaky, let alone noises that sound like they're straight out of The Tell-Tale Heart or somesuch.

Um. On a different note, I might have made an eBay purchase along the lines of a Celebrity tour bootleg. I'm not saying I did, just that I might have. Maybe. Possibly. :) Yeah. Also, I might have downloaded a .wav file of Chris and Justin re-enacting a scene from Titanic and put it four times. And laughed. Really hard. Each time. But just maybe. Hee.

You know, I don't understand why I can't just like things, I have to like things. Why couldn't I just have tuned into the X-Files every now and then? Why couldn't I have just read a couple fanfics and been done with it? Why did I have to have to have to order Due South tapes and hunt up every movie PG and CKR had been in? And why the hell do I feel the need to purchase Much Puppy Merchandise on top of downloading all this random crud? Why, I ask you. Why?

And I'll answer my own question by saying that I think you'd see my photo in the diagnostic manual under "Addictive Personalities" if such things had photos.

Speaking of how I'm crazy--there's a story I'm either going to finish tonight or ditch, and I should get back to it. It's done, really, or at least mostly--but has the same problem as songfic in that I just can't. make. it. end! Every time I open the file to complete the fic, I wind up adding another section in the middle and totally not finishing it. Driving me batty. But! I shall finish! Watch me roll up my sleeves and get it done!

All right, so this was all me procrastinating. What of it? :)