This morning I woke up surprisingly early, considering the time I finally hit the sack last night. Did a little surfing around, and decided on the spur of the moment to take a stab at an old pastime: The time honored art of karma whoring. Looks like I haven't completely lost my touch. ;)

Almost makes me feel like doing some more, and in greater quantity, as it was in the days of old. Might drive up the willfully unknown hitrate to this place up, eh?

With my clean clothes supply nearly completely dry, I decided it was time to get off my ass and do a load or three. It took some time and effort to overcome the forces of gravity, and actually carry the clothes to the washing machine. Oh, the hard labor! lol.

Oh, and I needed to go the post office! (I know, I know, I hate that place, but there wasn't much of a choice this time.) By the time my clothes would finish washing, the silly place would've been closed. So, I bit the bullet, went out, unbathed in my not-so-clean garments, hair a mess, and took Tobias on a mid morning errand.

Fortunately, this time, the people had no trouble finding my stuff. (Funny too, because I'm pretty sure it was the same clerk who had failed to locate my precious other package on a previous occassion. If the same thing happened again, my plan was to turn right around, get back at the end of the line, and hope I would be waited on the other, more competent person on a second attempt.) Drove home, opened the box, and took out my contraband material. Now I have something to wear! :)

I played some quake3 while I waited for my underwear to get clean and dry, then took a shower, and donned my new apparel. Now THIS is what I call dressing in style! :)

Contemplating going to the video store this afternoon. I ponder exactly what message it would be sending if I were to buy or rent a DVD movie while wearing it. "Now there's one mixed up little chap!" More likely, nobody would have any idea what all those cryptic little characters on the back are supposed to mean, although the crossed out "DVD CCA" sign on the front might be a bit more understandable. Actually, probably not. Anybody who relies on the idiot box as their primary source for news is unlikely to even have any idea what DVD CCA stands for at all. Oh well. At least I know! :)

Ok, now I think slightly too many paragraphs in this rambling have been punctuated with emoticons. Overuse. Especially when it comes to writing web content, as opposed to email or irc.

Oh well. I think I shall now attempt to straighten the pile of garbage that has inhabited every flat surface in this room. If I'm lucky, I'll even be able to walk from the computer to the light switch without stumbling over something. Something I've been doing repeatedly the last several days.

A Perfect Circle. Mmmm.