Unfortunately for my alcoholism, I’m not going to whatever bar is the destination of choice for the evening because I’m all wiped out and crap. This leaves me feeling a little wacky. I’ve got probably 5 hours left in the day to work on whatever I want, but there’s so many things I could be doing I’m not quite sure where to start.There’s a plethora of little art projects here and there around my house I should finish someday – the biggest one being the website, which I haven’t touched in a month now. I don’t know if you’re looking at a calendar, but a month’s quite a while, and that’s terrible progress. I’m fired. But honestly, there’s so much there that needs to be done that I don’t know where to start.

The hard part’s done, really. I’ve got an interface, now it’s just a matter of filling it up with existing artwork and such. But it’s a lot of artwork. I mean a lot. And I decided after seeing this site today that I need a section for scribbles, because those quick little doodles (like my eye doc one, especially – ask to see that sometime) are some of my funniest pieces.

But enough with that whining. Once I’m done eating my tasty dinner (hot pocket with some green beans and some rice, doesn’t really go together but what the eff are you gonna do about it once it’s in my tummy? Not a darn thing.) I will get started.

Yesterday was a lot of fun. Ended up missing out on driving my car because A) Edsel’s car is much nicer and B) my car is really freaking dirty. The car’s still dirty, because the place I stopped at on the way home wanted 15 bucks and I decided um, no. Victory Wash is cheap and the employees are real nice. So there. Anyways, we started at the Water Tower mall or something like that and you know what? Even if I ever get to the point where money’s not an issue, I will still find it ridiculous to spend $30 on a skimpy tank top. And, Abercrombie and Fitch, if I ever decide to lower my own personal ban on shopping in your store and spend $50 on a skirt, please include enough fabric so the skirt does more than just barely cover my rear. Come on, you probably spent 3 bucks (if that) on that little scrap of khaki. Either include more fabric or charge less. Or both.

Found out some very interesting things about screwups that have happened in design over the past year while browsing through over-priced children’s stores. May be of interest to you, steph. It’s strictly hush-hush, and kind of funny. Ask me after the boss-man leaves tomorrow.

A dentist is on the Simpsons and he just asked Ralph how often he brushes. “Twice a day, sir,” Ralph answers brightly. With the most evil tone the dentist says “Why must you turn my office into a house of lies??!?!” And Ralph freaks out, screaming “I don’t brush! I don’t brush!”

But anyways, I found a pair of kickrear boots on sale at a swanky store (translation: too expensive for me). Funny part was they were originally $99.99, and were on sale for $99.95. That’s right, four cents off. Such a deal. The saleschick didn’t find it funny when Edsel asked her about it. So I said something about not being able to spend money at places without a sense of humor as we left.

And so on, and so on. Got some funny pictures while we were down there, and found a website for some sweet bags that apparently hold up forever, got more razzing from Derek about drinking too much, puking and then smashing a glass with my head. Slept almost the entire way home after walking almost all day.

And now the dinner has been eaten, and it’s time to stop slacking off.

Later gators.