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It occurred to me this evening picking my way back to the Bolthole from QT over a pretty well iced parking lot and quietly singing "This is the New Shit" (yes, it's possible) to myself that the "babble babble bitch bitch rebel rebel party party" etc bit of the song is quite the exercise in breath control and enunciation.

This evening was okay, despite an extended clusterfuck of delayed appointments, badly executed or lack of communication (none of which were mine, thank goodness) and a profound need for food (which was indeed mine) towards the latter half of it. The good news is that morlock might have a job that won't make him punch things soon. And honestly after chatting with the sweet but understandibly pissed off german girl who'd been waiting for a bus to Vermont since 6:15 (her bus showed up 3 hours late), nothing could have ruined my evening. Uh, the suckage of being at the mercy of public transportation on the days it goes awry. Just reminds me of the days when I'd get to school 45 minutes late and upon arriving at the office to explain why, all I'd have to say was "sick passenger on subway" and I wouldn't get in trouble.

I bloody hate money, and when I got home I got to explore how triggery a subject it actually is - at one point I snapped, hunched up in my chair and yelled "Can we please not talk about this anymore??" which freaked out sundart, anzovin AND both cats, which has to be some sort of record. We really do hates it, precious.

Tomorrow is the bloody Cinemark staff meeting and then I'm on until 5:30. After which I have to gently break it to Dad that I won't make it down to NY this weekend, but will the next. Joy and spices. :(

feh

Did I mention that I'm having some serious trouble regulating my mood lately? Like seriously, I went from bouncy and hyper to sullen and cranky to I'M GOING TO STAB YOU IN THE EYE WITH A HOT DOG to Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee Cherry Coke! to I sense... PAIN! HORRIBLE PAIN! to fuck everything OMG lather rinse repeat all day today. I'm guessing I'm due to bleed soon or something. Sheesh.

I spent pretty much all day at the theater today due to staff meeting this morning followed by opening shift. So many families with 2 or more medium sodas in their order... So much no love. Seriously considering a transfer to box, just so I never have to care about these damn cups again. So much with the suck.

Luckily my evening improved quite a bit upon being rescued by sundart and anzovin, who decided to pick me up and whisk me along on their errandy shopping goodness. anzovin was even nice enough to drive me to Northampton so I could get my charger from the office before we picked up some trader Joes. I now have strawberry lemonade in my house again. This pleases me greatly. There was also pasta and meat sauce for dinner, and some very garlicky bread that I haven't been able to exorcise with oral maintenance methods. May combat it with said strawberry lemonade in a bit.

Best part was sunny and I went home to watch the copy of LOST we missed on Valentines Day. Other than the fact that HI TV looks FABULOUS on my screen, whee... wow. I didn't realize how much I actually missed the feeling of being roundhouse kicked in the head at the end of every episode of this show, and this episode delivered the goods, not to mention a fair amount of opportunity to stare lustily at a hot Scot.

I would just like to say OMG I love me some Finniola Flanigan. She's AWESOME. I've only seen her in one other thing besides this episode (The movie, The Others, amusingly enough) and she was my favorite thing there too. I seriously love me some fiesty old ladies, lemme tell you. I think a wonderful documentary/girl buddy movie would be if you took Angela Lansbury, Finniola Flanagan, Maggie Smith, Judy Dench, Debbie Reynolds, the cast of the Golden Girls, put them in an RV and send them to... I dunno, Prague, to heist a diamond. In a $2M RV. Call it Ten Old Bats in a Winnebago or something. I don't know, I had an idea for a second there and then it all went to hell because it's late, and I'm crazy. And Thirsty. Yes.

ANYWAY. LOST. Good. Jaw dropping even.

Blood sugar crashing... personality fading... bye.