"Down to the Dungeon of My Dark Despair..."

Absolutely sure that grocery store workers must hate me. I always make them stuff as many items into one or two bags as is physically possible, because I don't like wasting bags when one or two will do. I made the poor fellow to-day get everything into two, instead of the five he was going to use. Ah well.

Someday I'll work in a grocery store, and everyone will hate me because they'd rather have five light bags than two heavy ones.

"It's Just a Jump to the Left..."

Gacked Commandeered from erinpuff.

If you were a Pirate! by TheHalveric
Username
Yer Pirate Name!
Name yer ship!
Why be ye a Pirate?	Damned pansy Navy wouldn't take me!Revenge against the establishment!I like booty!!!I'm really good with knots...Cause lawyerin' be too cruel.Chicks dig eye-patches.Buggery on the High Seas!All the rum you can drink!!!
Yer First Mate!	snowyofthenight
Yer Cabin-boy! (or girl)	erinpuff
Ye're chief rival be the Dread Pirate	shawk
Ye'll be pursued by Admiral	rimusu
Cut to ribbons in a freak cannon accident...	mhari
Yer pirate captive to use fer yer wicked pleasures	theatre_angel
Number o'ships ye'll sink and women ye'll plunder!	140
Chance ye'll be hanged... or worse.: 40%
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Harrr!

*is SUCH a Jules Verne geek*

"I Lost Myself To Him..."

So, fire in the fireplace night.

Mum depressed to-day, so I made her a whiskey and soda; Waen got out the foot massage paraphernalia and the M&Ms; Da' made said fire; Mum sat in front of it in her warm fuzzy yellow nightdress; and I read Good Omens aloud to everybody. Then Mum was not depressed any longer, and all was well.

Nevertheless, it has once again served to strengthen my convictions that I shall never be a nurse. Never. Working at Stoneybridge is a whole world away from being an RN (or a WOCN, which Mum is), and I would not do it, no matter how much I like taking care of people.

In other news, my spiffitious acting class is over and doesn't start again until January. Woe.

Waen and I have designed a party for Waen's friends for February and possibly January. Its point is to be a cheer-up thing for the gloomiest month of them all. We wrote down rules (everyone must bring one pillow and one thing that will induce happiness; everyone must bring one really stupid joke; we'll dance the Time Warp and play Apples to Apples; and there will be popcorn, apples in caramel, and a Happy Hat, which contains many names [mine; Richard Nixon's; one of Waen's friends; George Bush's; Ghandi's], and from which everyone draws, and everyone is required to say one nice thing about the person whose name is drawn). We hope it will be successful.

Have begun the Hessian. *cries for Saul*