||[Oct. 27th, 2004|05:00 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
Having just had the kind of brain-wringing day that leaves me completely exhausted I sit back and look at what I accomplished:
No gym, chosing instead to sleep in since I went to sleep after 1am. Body could use a day off anyway.
Ecuador customs: As situated as it can be. A guarantee from the Captain of Customs at the airport is about as solid as I ever hope to have things. I'll be taking cash with me anyway, I'm not stupid.
Kingston room confirmed, San Jose room confirmed. Working on customs for both.
Arranged schedule for the next week.
I will now waste my last three minutes of the day playing Virtual Drug Dealer. Oh yes I will.
there is no customs on the way ot tricky's house.
I caved and installed AIM, just in case you were on this afternoon Melly. You probably have three stupid "Hi Melly" messages from me because I'm too tired to remember that the enter key sends the frickin message until you change your options.
so tired. two more days. no, one day and one half day.
Lunch on Friday? I will try not to fall asleep in my salad. promise.
I think I can do lunch on Friday. Let's call it yes and I'll tell you if I have to change it. :)
Melly-doll, I just now saw your THING from yesterday and OMG and *FLAIL* and *worships* and I will have better feedback tomorrow, yes?
Did you see I wrote you haiku in your comments a few days back? /curious
Hey you! I saw that you saw my thing and your "holy shit" made me giggle :)
Also, I DID see your haiku, and I laughed my butt off. If this week had been any less nuts you'd have seen me doing so in the comments.
I miss you.
I miss you, too!
And HOLY SHIT was the only reaction I could come up with. I shall re-read later today. (I have to do work first, otherwise I shall get nothing done.)
My high score is $410K, and yes, I'm proud.
two hundred and sixty thousand dollars. Shit, fuck that waitress job!
*Runs off to begin constructing meth lab in the basement*
Hey, I got up to a million five last night. I don't know about the drugs, but the damn game is addictive.
You find yourself, as a responsible sane adult, thinking things like "Wow, that's a pretty good price for hash." and "I'll hang on to the weed in case one of those hippie groups comes to town."
And who knew I could get so excited about bad drugs? "Bad DMX in town, prices plunge!" Ooo, let's sell off the acid (the "cheep" acid) and buy a bunch!
Next Friday. At which point I immediately get in a car and drive to Asheville, NC.