"my boy builds coffins with hammers and nails,
he doesn't build ships he has no use for sails,
he doesn't make tables, dressers, or chairs,
he can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care."
points if you know what the above quote is from. that song has been stuck in my head most of last 2 days. not that thats a bad thing, but it's pretty much been on repeat that entire time. hell, i'm listening to it right now. because i'm cool.
i just realized that as long as my day has been, i haven't really done anything important or exciting. it's just been long and tiring. and all i want to do is drink a large margarita and watch buffy. but i can't do that, because there are other people who wouldn't like that. so instead i get to listen to my musics and write this lovely blog. and i'm boozeless, since we drank all the margarita mix. which makes me sad, but we'd had it for about 2 months, so it lasted. and it lasted longer than the mudslide stuff, that was yummier and was gone far sooner.
anyway, my sleepy sleep deprived self is going to spend a few minutes putzing around pwi now, and then perhaps i'll head to my room and watch a buffy or 2. i still have 14 episodes to go in this season, and like 20 of angel left. but yeah. thats all.
tomorrow i'll be in MI for a con, so i may have limited interwebz, but i am bringing my baby so i can blog, play pwi, and skype. so hopefully i will be able to all those things like i hope.
ok, really leaving now.
angel: 2
buffy: 8 into 4
pwi: 38
days to school: 25
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