Far too early...

I'm in such a vile mood. I can't sleep. I finally got to finish reading the new trollprincess fic, which is (sadly) on ff.net, which meant that until I could kick the website enough, it wouldn't finish loading so I could finish the story. I kicked the website until it reloaded properly, but I am not feeling up to even signing in to review yet. So, yeah, squee. Even though I sound un-enthusiastic, definitely squee. Picture this delivered deadpan.

figment0 and I had better really not talk about politics, because while we may inherently agree with each other, our manner of communicating same usually results in him saying something that raises my blood pressure to something insane before he finally gets around to saying what it is that he actually thinks about it. I can deal with this in text, sometimes. I can deal with this in person, sometimes. It is not a good thing over the telephone.

( Work. )

t3h r4nd0m

That Idiot Shawn, phone in microwave (retold as script)

I have a four-day weekend, as work is closed the 3rd and 4th, and I'm off the 4th, 5th, and 6th anyway. Yay weekend. figment0 suggests that I share this information with Darkside's mom, should I get to talk to her. (There was not a Darkside in when I called, alas.)

Too many of my comments to ginmar's rants start out "I have a friend." I need to write a piece on this, I think.

Three Dead Trolls in a Baggie