I'd been planning to get up and watch the meteors, but that didn't happen.
I am not supposed to be awake right now. This is incredibly fucked up. Meanwhile, there's thunder. A false alarm, I bet.
Okay, fine. One more Weihenstephaner. It's not like I was going to sleep or
anything like that.
Texts are supposedly working now. AT&T's excuse was that they suck.
We both seem to want the same thing, we're just coming at it from opposite directions. You'd think we could just meet in the middle. But nooooooo!
Sitting in my garage, trying to weigh actions against words.
Can't sleep. Need to sleep, but can't. This sucks.
AT&T doesn't know what's going on with my texts. Sometimes they work, but usually they don't. It'll be fixed when it's fixed.
I hate it when people meddle. I wish people would mind their own fucking business.
I had RockGirl send me a text and it worked. So I guess LaptopGirl and HatGirl are just being mean. Good thing they're pretty.
Texts aren't working on my phone.
Looking for words right now. There are none, but it's kinda fun to look.
I knew this would happen. I thought for a while that it wouldn't, but as it turned out I was only a few months off.
I forgot my umbrella again today.
What, exactly, am I supposed to be writing?
I'm trying to shift gears, just for today, but it's not working.
Flooding and mayhem and death and destruction.
This is, quite literally, the least I can do. I hate it, though.
...the old man is snoring.
ExBartender is here. He is drunk. And DeadLady is here. She seems sober.
I'm not going to say it. I've said it too many times already.
Today it wasn't too bad at all. I could deal with it being like this every day.
I think I'll reinstate that tradition.
I'm in a conference call and only one other person showed up. We're waiting
for four more people. Exciting stuff.