You find a Brightvale, A Complete History!!!
You also find a Gobbler!!!
dumb, idotic dreams last night that brought out the depths of my lack of self esteem. (sex was free and clear and no one would sleep with me because i was the fat girl.) oh, how i love my subconscious sometimes.
today begins the day of work where i have no idea how long i'm supposed to work each day or how things will work out with my schedule. meh.
had to close my window last night because rain was blowing in and landing all over my lamp and alarm clock. i was quite confused when it started to happen, as i've lived here over three years now, and this was the first time this had ever occurred. meh. i don't know how to spell occur-ed. first time this had HAPPENED. there's a way around it, oh yes.
coworkers talked me into reading some laurell k. hamilton.... :| to me, the hamilton books are to mercedes lackey's diana tregarde books, as terry goodkind is to robert jordan. pretty much the same story, but not as in depth and written very shoddily. it doesn't help that the books are written in first person (not that this is always a bad thing), and is made up of very very many tiny sentences. I went to the store. The girl saw me. She had a look in her eyes. It was evil. apparently, hamilton never rode the conjunction junction. ;)
um... nothing else to report.