i should be sleeping right now…but no, the slightly fucked-up sleep pattern i’ve had all weekend has retained its grasp on me, and thus…AWAKE EARLY ON DAY OFF!!! OH NOES!
so instead i’m doing productive things like, fucking around with photoshop; because, no matter what anyone says a man intercepting vice-presidential bullets with his face will NEVER stop being funny. no, seriously, it won’t! that, and…i need more photoshop practice. i should be making more banner designs or something semi-useful…but…meh. i haven’t found any of the images i’m looking for yet, and that means more scanning/screencapturing/etc.
in theory i’ll do laundry today. in practice i have to get cat food and tater tots. both are highly necessary: cat food because those bitchez eat a lot & tater tots because scooter and i got cafeteria-style lunch trays at target this weekend, and they are awesome.
i’m trying to remember what types of things were on the lunch menu back at school in southeastern bumfuckville, but for the life of me i can’t. of course, the fact that i stopped eating lunch in the cafeteria when i was in about 7th grade could have something to do with that. in fact, lunch is a fairly new development for me. all through middle school & high school i didn’t eat lunch. and i’ve never been a breakfast person (also: waking from drunken stupor & making waffles at like, 2 p.m. does not count as breakfast)…so lunch wasn’t that big a deal to skip. now, with work and the fact that i’m rarely home at a decent hour during the week, all of a sudden i eat lunch. in fact, it might be the only think i’ll eat all day. weird. this has only really started in the last year or so; up until then, my lunch skipping habit was pretty much business as usual as i’d usually be in class or some shit. but anyway, lunch trays! weee. we need tots. and you know, whatever else goes good with tots. it makes me think: fruit cocktail, too.
i just really like the idea of the lunch trays, because they are awesome. and they help me pretend that i’ll actually start cooking again one of these days. which, once again, the lack of the world conforming to my 36-hour day plan is to blame here. this stupid ‘days are only 24-hours long’ bullshit would also be the reason for the current state of my bedroom/disaster hovel.
i should do something about that…
(in theory)
