Sometimes I wake up with blood on my lips. There’s this one spot on my upper lip that, when it dries out overnight, sometimes it bleeds, I guess. It did thus last night and when I looked in the mirror there was this ring of dried blood on my mouth and I realized that, when the vampires inevitably come, the angry mob will probably descend on me pretty quickly. Especially when my nocturnal lifestyle is taken into account.

If I knew how, I would definitely make forcefields. That would be so awesome.

That is all for today.

Another reason for me to dislike the Wintertime: I just had to wait over two hours for my cab home from work. From WORK. The place I least want to spend time. You see? This snow stuff is an idiot.

Now I go to sleep.

And so another month ends and another year ends. Before I even knew what hit me, 2007 is over and it is time for the Dark Lord Char’Nagh to make his rounds collecting sacrifices and delivering weapons or something.

Haiku!

New Years is a scam.
It’s the calendar makers.
They made it all up.

Beyond that I don’t know what I feel like saying, so I’m not going to say it. Unless it was that. Maybe it was…

A few days ago I was in line at the Superstore and the man BEHIND me in line apologized to me for taking so long. I don’t actually know what that was about. I am hoping he did it just to confuse me.

Yesterday, the Superstore was super-packed with customers and I wanted to buy some nail clippers. The store was closing in like five minutes and the lines were quite long so I grabbed the first nail clippers I saw even though they were quite clearly labeled as being “For Her” even though I see no discernible difference between them and any other nail clippers I’ve ever owned. But deep down, I feel now that any time I am cutting my fingernails, I am doing something girly. Fortunately, I’m 100% okay with that.