A Firefly Masquerade
Listening: The Last One - Cary Brothers
Did you find what you wanted?
Another match for the straw man
I've had enough
It can bleed through
You think you're tough?
Well, this is the last one
This is the last one.
Hold on to me
One more night
Hold on to me
I can't take it all
Can't take it all...
Hey there cats and kittens! Gosh, I really am keeping up as of late. I'm kind of impressed, personally. Aren't you? Sure you are. Just a little. Sure.
I don't really have a lot to talk about, so this will be a relatively short post. Also, I have work tomorrow and I would like to get some actual writer-type work done this evening and when I wake up.
I went into work at 5:30 tonight, ready to grow generally bitter and irritable. For the record, tomorrow is Inventory Day for Wal-Mart. Inventory is to Wal-Mart what parent-teacher night is to students. All of my managers--all of them--are running around the store in a mad screaming panic, and in fact, I don't doubt that they are all still there right now, an hour and a half after closing, exploring the store and trying to make it presentable. I don't blame them. Apparently, just four empty shoeboxes can warrant an abrupt halt to Inventory and a fine of $30, 000. Golly.
I'm working for nine hours tomorrow, of course. Yay!
Anyway, somehow I conned myself off a cash register tonight and into the greeter position. For the record, this is my favorite place to be at Wal-Mart. A greeter's job is literally to smile and look pretty and fetch carts that were left by the registers. Also to record the times the alarms on the doors go off. The alarms were broken tonight, so even that was denied me. It was a good night.
Then I realized that I couldn't swallow. A weird thing, but true! I was just suddenly having a lot of trouble swallowing past this big ol' lump in my throat. I didn't think much of it, but as the night progressed, it got progressively worse instead of better. By the time 8:00 rolled around, I could no longer speak properly. Even now I am terribly hoarse and throaty. The only reason I can even manage that is probably because of the Halls my friend Jess was feeding me progressively throughout the night.
So right now I feel really achy and hot and sore-throat-ish. Part of me wishes I could be horribly ill for Inventory tomorrow, but I'm not that lucky.
Cole's mom has been browsing flights for our adventure to Ottawa and apparently we've found them. As soon as the details are solidified, I will tell all you folks about it.
Also guys: what the hell, who keeps making Philon a whippet? You're exiled to the salt mines for life now. Can we please try and take the test only once? I refuse to believe that that many people have done it in passing, it just don't work that way. Make me not a whippet or there are seriously going to be evil things after you tonight.
Icarus is so not kidding about the daemon thing. Seriously, guys.
Did you find what you wanted?
Another match for the straw man
I've had enough
It can bleed through
You think you're tough?
Well, this is the last one
This is the last one.
Hold on to me
One more night
Hold on to me
I can't take it all
Can't take it all...
Hey there cats and kittens! Gosh, I really am keeping up as of late. I'm kind of impressed, personally. Aren't you? Sure you are. Just a little. Sure.
I don't really have a lot to talk about, so this will be a relatively short post. Also, I have work tomorrow and I would like to get some actual writer-type work done this evening and when I wake up.
I went into work at 5:30 tonight, ready to grow generally bitter and irritable. For the record, tomorrow is Inventory Day for Wal-Mart. Inventory is to Wal-Mart what parent-teacher night is to students. All of my managers--all of them--are running around the store in a mad screaming panic, and in fact, I don't doubt that they are all still there right now, an hour and a half after closing, exploring the store and trying to make it presentable. I don't blame them. Apparently, just four empty shoeboxes can warrant an abrupt halt to Inventory and a fine of $30, 000. Golly.
I'm working for nine hours tomorrow, of course. Yay!
Anyway, somehow I conned myself off a cash register tonight and into the greeter position. For the record, this is my favorite place to be at Wal-Mart. A greeter's job is literally to smile and look pretty and fetch carts that were left by the registers. Also to record the times the alarms on the doors go off. The alarms were broken tonight, so even that was denied me. It was a good night.
Then I realized that I couldn't swallow. A weird thing, but true! I was just suddenly having a lot of trouble swallowing past this big ol' lump in my throat. I didn't think much of it, but as the night progressed, it got progressively worse instead of better. By the time 8:00 rolled around, I could no longer speak properly. Even now I am terribly hoarse and throaty. The only reason I can even manage that is probably because of the Halls my friend Jess was feeding me progressively throughout the night.
So right now I feel really achy and hot and sore-throat-ish. Part of me wishes I could be horribly ill for Inventory tomorrow, but I'm not that lucky.
Cole's mom has been browsing flights for our adventure to Ottawa and apparently we've found them. As soon as the details are solidified, I will tell all you folks about it.
Also guys: what the hell, who keeps making Philon a whippet? You're exiled to the salt mines for life now. Can we please try and take the test only once? I refuse to believe that that many people have done it in passing, it just don't work that way. Make me not a whippet or there are seriously going to be evil things after you tonight.
Icarus is so not kidding about the daemon thing. Seriously, guys.
posted by Icarus at 6:50 PM
3 Comments:
Sorry, that's me...I took it more than once, and I think it made you a whippet twice.
You haven't responded on MSN since the 14th?
I only did it once because I know the Daemon rules. But right now, you're a jackal-type thing, and that's pretty cool!
Oh, and when this movie comes out, we are seeing it. Opening night.
December, baby, ya.
--Jam
Sweet. That we're seeing the movie, I mean, not that Philon's a jackal again, although that's pretty cool too. I grew up on Golden Compass / Subtle Knife / Amber Spyglass. What the hell was that series called again? His Dark Materials? Yeah, I loved it.
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