Amazingly, the insomnia fairy didn't visit last night. Which is surprising, considering that I got way too upset about my programming last night. Not to the point of crying or whining, but just despairing that I'll ever really understand delegates and events in C#. Which wouldn't be that big in the scheme of things, but they're KEY to a whole lot of object-oriented programming, so if I can't get them bound correctly and responding when they should, I'm toast.

Spam I just received at work:

Having problems with the length of your dick? Use our medicine, and it will take four fat women and a team of Clydesdales to jack you off.

Can't. Stop. Laughing.

their trip to the ER isn't too fraught with the idiocy of the medical industry

Ha! Actually, it was long and I had to ask for drugs more pointedly than in a long time. Frustrated my sister because she doesn't know how to fix things.

On the upside, I will probably end up giving her practice on being firm with my hospital requirements.

Ali, I wish I had a magic wand like the one you used for me to find my current apartment.

Okay! Off to bed. I have to be up in an hour and a half.

Life is pain, highness.

Also, way too many people do not accept cats--note to the world: those people are completely lame.

God, that was the worst when shared-apartment hunting with the dog - any place that actually allowed pets, the people generally already had them, and didn't want more.

I hope something turns up quickly.

Though I loved POTUS' "Peaches."

Going to Hamtramck...

Man, I hate it when you all have interesting conversations while I'm away! I take it, by the way, that two girls one cup is arguably more disturbing than goatse? I'm never going to go look, but it would, for reasons that don't need explaining at this juncture, make me feel better to know.

I take it, by the way, that two girls one cup is arguably more disturbing than goatse?

Yeah. Sorta' like how Hamlet is arguably better than Ace Ventura - Pet Detective.

Excellent. a) because it confirms my decision never to go look at it, and b) because, well, reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture.

In News of the Obvious, Study: Insured Cancer Patients Do Better.

Good luck to both Alibelle and ita.

I was called in to the bookstore last night, and even though they were going to try and get me out of there early (well, earlier than everyone else), I didn't get to leave until 11:15, 75 minutes after we closed. Grrr.

I have to work both jobs again today, and then check with my office job boss on Friday morning to see if I can take a 1/2 day off there so I can sleep and get things done that evening. Then, I get to work 8-hour shifts at the store on Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. It's all my own fault, telling the scheduler that I was available this Sunday and Monday when I normally don't work those days. I'm gonna be fried by 6:30 Monday night, and I get to tell my dad that I won't be able to come down and see him until Christmas Day, since I'll be sleeping on Xmas Eve.

Good thing is that my mom's Xmas check arrived in Tuesday's mail, and it's already cleared in my checking account so I can pick up the gift cards this morning and mail them out at lunchtime!

Here's the problem with having cookies on my desk: I want to eat them! Also the other cookies outside my office. Also I think there's some dip still in the kitchen.

Yes, I did have breakfast, why do you ask?