Current mood:	irritated
Current music:	Epica - Solitary Ground

I'm alive! Truly and surely.
But man, it was close. I had pneumonia for a while, and if somebody comes up to you and offers to get you pneumonia for free (or with low-APR financing), pass. Not fun at all. I'd rather have worked a double shift both of those days I was down, and not gotten paid for it. I had to keep a yurfbowl with me at all times, and through an enormous effort of will, I did not yurf. I probably would have slept better if I'd just let it happen, because I got nauseous every time I was horizontal (and I was so tired that it was causing me physical pain), but I refused. I will not go gently into that good yurfage, viruses be damned. I had significantly less control over what was going on at the other end, though, which was less than pleasant.

And this weekend, hooray! My ninteenth consecutive car blew a head gasket. The Mustang, the Prelude, the Regal, the Seville, the 626, the Bat, the Cat, the Penguin, and now the MX6. I just can't hang onto vehicles. Though the Mustang is still with me and still awaiting the $1200 to get back into shape, it's just far, far too small for me. I cannot drive it safely. I have to bite the steering wheel in order to be low enough to see out the windshield. And now my little MX6. I LET THIS ONE WARM UP EVERY TIME. Why does it hate me?

Time to buy a nice one, now. I'm going to have to go against the advice of Jeff Foxworthy, and buy an ex-rental, because hey, they're only a year and a half old, they've been kept in meticulously good shape, and been maintained by people who get paid to do so. And they're nice cars. I'm looking at this Grand Prix right now for 12000...and I think I might be able to finance it to my liking. This will be the first 2-year financial commitment I've ever made. I hope my identity hasn't been stolen. Not much I can do if it was, though. Just hop on Craigslist.com and keep calling people 'till I get something.

Really, the worst thing that's happened in the last few months is that the last person I'd ever met, after having everybody who'd ever been in my universe come back to me, the final person on the checklist has messaged me out of the blue and emailed me about the goddamned evolution of dance video. It's not. That. Entertaining. Christ, people, you need to learn a sense of proportion. I started running into people from kindergarten whose names I'd never even known, and they're linking that shit to me. Fucking stop it. It wasn't even worth watching all the way through for me the first time. I don't need to be reminded how goddamned ridiculous you people look.

[EDIT] Okay, Ashreigh and Jenna and Haley and Allie haven't linked me. Credit where it's due. [UNEDIT]

On that note:

In my last post, there were three very important links I forgot to post. Ones which do not suck. They're all near and dear to my heart.
This really is Justin Timberlake, despite that he looks like a certain hobbit.
I can't find the link I had before, but this will lead you to a watchable version of one of the most memorable SNL skits I've ever seen. I saw a link to it, and had to see it again, and it's back in my life. Low volume.
And http://www.you.justgotowned.com/ makes me wish I could slow down these frames and look at each one. Rated R for objectionable content.

Got the book in print. Cassie's reading it first. Then Mark gets it. Greg can wait. He has his girlfriend printing it out. Then I go down the mailing list and send the love from state to state.