I was never more than mediocre at building houses of cards

... of my credit history, I was unhappy, but unsurprised. But then they never told me what was involved in this. So today-- Today, for some reason, I picked a time when I was as sleep-depped, fried, miserable, and cranky as can easily be imagined to be the perfect time for me to call Sallie Mae and find out what the deal was. Guess what. Apparently, my overall consumer sloppiness with regard to ...

birds were singing to calm us down

... is to leave wooster. # 22:50 but then conversations with oneself tend to go nowhere. # 08:05 between the sick and the drama last night I know I can't handle a full day still sick and sleep-depped. I told them I'd work the 2nd half # 08:06 or 2nd 2/3rds, whatevs. I'm going in at noon. now, sleeps. # 11:53 Booker longlist announced: tinyurl.com/5e6ens # Automatically ...

MEME

El otro día vi este meme en el LJ de y de u me pareció muy interesante, divertido y original, y decidí hacerlo yo también =). 1 - Primero que nadie, obviamente, Jack Sparrow. 2 - A partir de ahora, el orden es irrelevante. Ron Weasley. 3 - Seth Cohen (The OC). 4 - Aladdin. Este es el único dibujito animado que voy a poner jeje. 5 - Anakin Skywalker. Me excitan los Jedis, qué ...

Arcanacon is in a week. I have a fort of Red Eye in my kitchen awaiting the masses of sleep depped gamers and orgs. Most of the food is ordered so gamers get to eat this year. Poisoning gamers is still not allowed but I'm finding myself caring muchmuch less about gamers in general as I skim the feedback about last year. Whiney little twats! If you don't like it, make it yourself next year! Ha! So ...

six thirty

and, while I'm tired, I'm so full of happy it's all okay. Isolde got drunk. It seemed like the thing to do at the time. I got sleep-depped and happy and full of vaguely-directed goodwill towards the universe. The guy who died seemed really cool and now I (OOC) kind of wonder who he was. Fortunately, it was not Aureliano. I need to write two awkward letters. I'm gladdened that the hand-of-God...

Dearest brain...

Stop it. Right now. I mean it. *sighs* Last night was an odd combination of plotting, enjoyment of plotting, and then the sleep-semi-depped result of plotting, which was a consistently looped dream with a voice over of "and the next phrase will be 'it's for your own good'". I am definitely a dope (TM, all rights reserved). Anyway, plotting was GOOD and FUN, and will no doubt lead to ANGST...