It's Friday.

So it's the end of another week. I should probably call home and ask for directions so that I can watch my high school band (with one little brother in it) perform the first iteration of their marching show for the year. Usually pretty good to watch them and all the other bands that are there.

I got sucked into another message board forum yesterday. Luckily, I'm better now, and the volume, while impressive, I'm sure, will be sorted out fairly easily so long as I stick to the threads that are within the first few pages. The rest can be cast to the darkness. I'm more afraid that I'll try to spend too much time on the forum, visitng every subsection (which generate tremendous traffic by themselves) and so lose what semblance of a life I had. Luckily, I'll have things like homework to keep me out of trouble. Which is a good thing, believe me.

So work today is being unevenful. Nothing to do, quite literally, but sit at the desk and wait to see if people call or come in. While the pay may not be the greatest, this job will probably assist me in the homework battles as well, just by providing time for me to do my homework. Yay.

I got back in the habit of reading Sinfest again, and the cartoons recently have been very "ha, ha, only serious" in nature, which makes them very funny to me, as well as being tools that manipulate my subconscious even further into Discord. This could be the ultimate anti-FLEET weapon.

Did I mention that CRFH!!! referenced the Great Goddess today? Where would Maritza have managed to pick up information about that?

And natrually, as soon as I make the comment about things being uninteresting, a bat flies in the doorway, takes a few laps around the collection, and then exits into the hall, much to my amusement, of course. Maybe the mention of CRFH did it. After all, Marsha's got batatoe-inflicted wings now. Thus, highly amused at the speed unto which the universe pounces on a joke opportunity, I resume my watchful duties.

Reminder to self -

Self, don't EVER watch Moulin Rouge alone. Period. Don't. Do. It. (With one exception - if you really just need to get all of your emotion out somewhere, then go ahead. Good luck finding someplace where you can do that, and that will accept such an outpouring.)

So that's what I've been doing for the last two hours - and let me tell you, it's worth it. I still suggest following the advice above - don't watch it alone. In fact, I think trying not to express the emotional buildup I got from that film is giving me a slight twinge in my sinuses. So I'll sleep it out.

I'll also say that it deserves to be called a musical. Those boys and girls can sing. Mark another soundtrack (and movie, eventually) that I need to buy.

Tomorrow I go and watch lil' bro do his thing. Should be very interesting to see. And maybe I'll be able to wrangle a cable out of ma so that I can get all of my peripherals working again. Then I can truly leverage my awesome powers. Or something like that. Who knows? Either way, I have some tubs and things to take back to Ma anyway, so it'll be both productive and fun. Who knew?

So, in joyous anticipation of my early rising tomorrow - time for bed. There's no links in this post, so I can't screw up any URLs.