What the chunks? I’m just waking up from ten hours of sleep and I I don’t feel rested at all. That’s not cool. I totally expected to look at the clock and see that it was twelve o’clock or something. It was not. It’s almost Seven. I’m sad now. Had I known I wouldn’t wake up, I would have set my alarm. Ah well…

Ducks versus giraffes. The giraffes have a big advantage as far as size is concerned, but ducks can fly. Ducks can fly.

And the Contains2 server is all the way down again. Now I’m going to have to look into that again. Crapdammit.

Yesterday Minus One, I got a mere two hours of sleep. It wasn’t as bad as all that, though. I got by. But then yesterday when I did sleep, I slept a lot. Easily ten hours in total, if not all in a row. But since then I haven’t slept and I have to be at work in about an hour. I expect I’ll end up sleeping my whole tomorrow away. Not cool.

I guess I don’t have much more to say. At least nothing I can coherently put together right now. I’ll try again next time I am home and awake.

With my posting habits, this one may be my last of this year. I’ll hope not, but I have to admit, it’s totally likely. In that case:

Haiku!

BAM! You got punched, bitch!
I hope you totally cry!
That’s what you get! BITCH!

I’m going to have three days off this week. In a freakin’ row. Awesome. Perhaps this is sad compared to some people’s Christmas holidays (especially all those unholy undeserving uncool little “children” people.), but hey, I’m pleased with having three days off. In a row.

And I don’t want to say much about the new year just yet, but this is one thing I must add:

Ape Slave Training Manual.

In other news, I’m up well past my bed time, and I’m likely to regret it. That’s not as cool.

I recently bought the book Jennifer Government. Just now I was laying in bed reading and I came across a line which said that in the capitalistopia in which this book is set, the occupation of being a government agent has “the highest death rate of any occupation except machine operators.”

Machine operator is, of course, my job occupation. Hooray!

In other (local) news, the Halifax School Board apparently bickered and fought so much that the education minister just fired the lot of them. I don’t know or care much about the actual story behind it all, but it amuses me on the principle of firing a bunch of bickering ninnies.

In me complaining news, I’ve been sleeping a lot lately and it has been causing me to get even less done than I usually do. Which sucks because I don’t do much any more. In fact, it’s been about a month since I’ve done laundry. And the fact I’ve bought some new clothes during that month does not make up for the fact that it’s still about a month without doing laundry.

Also, I recently worked the word “ninnies” into a sentence.

I’m pretty sure there’s a holiday of some kind coming up. Hmmm. I’ll have to look into that one.

And finally, please donate money to trees. They need it more than you do. Especially the larch.

Violence begets violence. Think about it. I know this is true because “begets” is a funny word. Next time you want to do violence, think about that.

I overslept today. Why do I keep doing that on days when I intend to do things? Is my subconscious trying to prevent me from accomplishing anything? Or is YOUR subconcious doing that. I ought to pound you all. Then violence you.

But I should be able to donate blood again, and I’m going to drop into the clinic tomorrow to set up the appointment and stuff. That may help cheer me up.