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Hi. I just woke up about fifteen minutes ago. Am I awake? No. I'm freaking DEAD. I'm also very tempted to stay home. It's the last day, though... so I guess I can get up.

I keep going to bed past midnight and not getting all the sleep I need. I was going to bed last night, earlier than I have all week... but I really wanted to draw something, and Kari gave me an idea, so I started sketching that... and before I knew it, it was midnight. Sleep's not good enough past midnight. After I hit that point, I know I'm going to wake up exhausted.

Well, that kills that theory.

First of all, did Al Qaeda claim responsibility for this one, too?

I was telling Dad a little while ago, they seem to hit once and move on. They hit us twice because they screwed up the first time. So, they came back, did it bigger, moved on. But maybe not. Anyway, enough with the bombage. Would you like it? No. Or maybe you would? I say barbarians get their own continent. Let them blow themselves up and beat themselves to death. -_-

(*snerk* Silastic Armorfiends. No, you won't understand that. Don't mind me.)

Friday, baby. Well, tomorrow. I started drawing a really old character of mine, a fan character for Jet Set Radio. Screwed up, but will do it again. She's fairly easy to draw.

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Hitch is a cute movie. And, you know, any excuse to see Will Smith again. *shifty eyes*

Some idiot stapled one of the big interoffice envelopes shut... but the way they did it, it was sticking up, and it caught my finger, under the freaking nail. You can imagine the words that almost flew out of my mouth. Nice to see the blood welling up beneath my fingernail, too, oh yes. It's still tender. I have a bandage around it--probably don't need it anymore, but I wanted to put sometihng on it after I ran it under some water. So glad it's on my right hand and not my left, otherwise I'd probably be dying from the inability to properly hold a pencil. -_-;

AND, there's a promotional exam coming up in September, for Keyboard Specialist II. (I'm a KBS I, of course.) The filing just passed for it on Monday... so I have to call the civil service center in Albany tomorrow and ask them if there's any way for me to still apply for the exam. Don't know, but maybe. I'm a little skeptical about it, though... Tas had to have heard of it. When I told Sonia, she'd asked if Tas had told me about it. Marcia knew about it, that's the only way I found out. And yet, I hadn't heard anything. So either Tas genuinely didn't know, or she knew and kept it from me.

Hope I can take the exam. It'll just be more of the same work, and I'm sure it'll get on my nerves, but I'll be getting paid more money. It'll be slightly more worth it if I get more money. I only hope I'd get a non-supervisory position... I really can't see myself ordering people around, and I'm afraid I'll get as lazy as Tas can be sometimes. I work well on my own, anyway. What takes Tas and Jo two days to do, I can get done in one. Tas always tells me not to rush, too... but I like to get things done. They stretch things out.

And maybe, just maybe, I'll get an appointment in a different agency. I'm hoping for that. If I have to be stuck with this job, it will NOT be in Tax. I can't stand Tax. I hate numbers, there's no future for me there. Maybe if I get transferred to a more interesting agency, I'll find something I like and train for that. But hopefully, a job with the post office won't take that long. ^^;

I'd forgotten how excellent McVaffe's, Disco Dan's, and Jivemaster's remixes are. XD

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SONG. Pure energy. This is a repeat song, hehe.

Oh, and I can't spend any money. I need to say up for next month's vacation, so Mom doesn't feel the need to keep using her money.

EDIT: Lyrics XD

And I can't stop listening to it. It's one of THOSE songs. The ones that chew up my CD player's batteries because I keep having to repeat them. Gah. Not good. I'm trying to go to bed a little earlier tonight.

And because I can... Ronyo eating a popsicle. Yes, I know his hand looks retarded and can barely even be called a hand. Hush. Anyway, bed soon, I hope. Tomorrow's the IRS, but there's no guarantee that Tas and/or Jo will be in tomorrow, and if neither is, I have to go back to Hanson Place.