And speaking of...

[coyotegoth]

..."having way too much fun up there," I'd really like a few words with the deity that decided that today would be a good today to have an exceptionally loud parade happen RIGHT OUTSIDE MY BEDROOM WINDOW AT WAY TOO FUCKING EARLY O' CLOCK IN THE MORNING *gnashes teeth**random cranky noises*

Other than that- my mood is only brightened by the fact that, said aforementioned parade having thoroughly divorced sleep and myself, I somehow dragged myself allll the way to Astoria for Earthfall beta testing- and spent almost half an hour banging on Keith's door- no answer- home, lest I be dragged away for screaming at the top of my lungs- home, where now, there's an email Keith apparently sent last night, saying that we're having playtesting at Tim's house in New Jersey. *deep breath* Needless to say, I'm not heading for Port Authority anytime soon- I'm not exactly in priestly mode today; instead, I shall sit at home, grimly contemplate a gym trip later on, and contemplate my mantra:

"I'm in the wrong sitcom...
I'm in the wrong sitcom..."


Also also: I hope grave and jolefay like their presents, I hope ambyguity feels better soon, I hope whoever organized this parade gets ROASTED OVER A SLOW FIRE.... happy thoughts, happy thoughts...

Comments

[clandestiny.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean, Coy.

When we were in Italy, we stayed in an apartment for a week. Every night the Italians partied outside our windows until 4am. And I couldn't join them!!! Grr..... Anyways, took 3 days for me to get used to that. So I know how you feels.

~huggles~