...That explains so much.

Note to self: Making birthday cakes at two in the morning constitutes a bad idea. They will end up with snarky little comments on them like "Hi. I'm a cake," and "Hey look! Black balloons!" 

*cough*

And also a Stargate, and the words "The truth is out there" scribbled across the bottom in black icing. *eyeshift*

To my credit, at least it did say "Happy Birthday". Right where it was supposed to. In the goddamn middle of the cake. Big (black) letters. Oh yes--with swirls. Lots and lots of happy little swirls.

...Right. It's still two, isn't it?

Bed.

(Swirls)

Bed.

Lately:

( * Finally obtained (stole?) a copy of the DSM-IV. It's sitting on my desk now. Woo. )

Professional tooth cleanings: The most expensive way you can possibly find to get someone to tell you that you missed a spot.

Always interesting when you meet somebody new and they seem perfectly all right to you, and then they say something off the cusp and you end up with characters screaming at the poor guy from the back of your head. >.> In this case, my new storytelling professor.

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Man... I have no idea what it was, but I know what it looked like when I turned on the TV, and to the first person who brings me a one-eyed dragon singing opera in a male falsetto while sitting in the middle of an underground lake with its grandmother looking on, I will effing give you my house. That is... the epitome of perfection. Utter pricelessness.

* The computers in your household are named after the greek alphabet
* Not only are they named after the Greek alphabet, but you've made it all the way to Kappa
* You get over 98% of XKCD's tech jokes
* You met the best friends you have over the internet
* Said best friends, having bet met over the internet, don't even live in your state (maybe not even your country)
* You buy new hardware over the internet, and then mark a day on your calendar when you'll install it all (because you know that on this day, you will get nothing else accomplished)
* On said computer-surgery day, you rant at your machine and then steal your brother's laptop to post about it on LiveJournal
* The rant includes discussion of master/slave drives, cable-select, and why-the-hell-did-you-just-corrupt-my-C-drive and actually know what you're talking about
* Your mother and brothers also know what you're talking about
* The dog recognizes that it is time to hide in the hallway while the nuclear explosions are going on in the computer room
* You have two semi-legal versions of Windows XP
* And neither one of them will run

Man, I'm about to throw my computer out the window.

is finally over, and damn, but it's quiet. There's a part of me that wants to sleep forever and ever (amen - and it's true that I really have slept more than I've slept in months), but there's another, much larger part, that just wants to throw its hands in the air, scream at the top of its lungs, and flee for the (higher) hills, 'cuz God, I just don't know what to do. It's a small house. And now it's a small empty house. (Well, from ten people in all the hustle-bustle Christmas stuff and the warring factions of the annual get-together to four people about to collapse).
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After a couple of weeks of pretty much non-stop preparation (seriously, when I've had any free time whatsoever, it's been spent right here in front of my computer with my terminal hooked up to my MUSHes and my hands fast at work painting or crocheting or affixing gadgets to gizmos) I think I'm finally getting close to ready for Christmas. At least, as close to ready as anyone can ever be for having their space invaded by a potentially hostile and definitely hectic collection of inhabitants from other worlds.

*cough* States, but close enough.

Man, they're not even here yet and I'm already looking forward to that last week after Christmas when I can just curl up and die in peace. I'm a horrible person.