The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

1.) Okay, so never mind the fact that I've actually exercised every day this week until now, and never mind the fact that it's raining and no one could reasonably expect me to go out in the rain and walk a mile. That nagging little voice in the back of my head is saying, "Hey, lardass! Get yourself out to the high school track and WALK!"

2.) This is possibly because I've been bribing myself with watchables; at the moment I'm working my way through Trigun and yes I AM old enough and have been in anime fandom long enough to remember when it was the hot new fandom, but I'm really liking it. This is nice, actually, since I didn't think myself capable of taking more than peripheral, benign interest in anything that didn't have samurai, and I haven't been really into any anime in years. Either that, or I'm becoming a fantard in my old age.

3.) I got a letter from a check verification service today informing me that my checking account information (along with 2 million other people's) has been compromised, basically because one of their employees was misappropriating it and selling it to marketing companies. They have no reason to suspect fraud--they think it was just being used to annoy the piss out of me with direct marketing crap, which should be a crime in and of itself--but all the same my weekend has now been complicated by having to talk to my bank and the credit reporting agencies. The word "FUCK" comes to mind.

4.) I desperately want to mock someone SO HARD for being a pretentious, navel-gazing little twat who feels herself at all qualified to dispense sage advice, but can't because she knows one of my friends and I don't want to bring her sparklyspeshul wrath down on my head. Not, actually, that this would bother me; for one thing, my vocabulary is bigger and I suspect that I am more vicious and have less remorse, so obviously you should put your money on me. However, I can only do so much for the lulz before I get bored, and I'm not sure if the strong likelihood of lulz to be had merits the wanksplosion that might follow.

Also, I would have to 'fess up to reading her journal, which I do because it is a hilarious trainwreck. And if I did this, she might make it friends-only and thus cut some of my lulz off at the source. So I'm not altogether sure that I want to part with these particular lulz at the moment.

Which is probably my way of saying "'tain't nohow worth it".

5.) I ordered apricot tea on a whim, and it came in the mail today. HOORAY. Also, it smells delicious even dry, and very, very strong. Mmm, tea. ♥

6.) Teh m0mmy strongly insinuated that we might turn the A/C on tomorrow if it continues like today. :D Also that there might be PIE. Delicious sweet PIE. Mmm, pie. ♥

7.) I have temporarily called a moratorium on buying new books until I'm done with the pile I got last week in Salem. No, I can't stay out of that bookstore. It has, like, a magnet or something that sucks me in, and oddly, no matter what I want, I always find it.

I just got a Christmas package from dethorats today. Although I haven't opened it yet, I did open the card, and reference was made to "educational toys". For those ignorant of my Deep And Mournful Past, Price and I grew up together. This is why I know the educational toy in question is not going to be something nice and happy (like, say, Food Pyramid Man, with incredible Balancing! action).

I look forward to the 25th with mingled dread and anticipation. XD

(Also, cards from driley1 and augustuscaesar arrived, but they know that already. And now so does everybody else :D)

In totally unrelated news, I finally caved to the awesome power of Charjit, the Christmas Rhino, and applied for another credit card, except this time I'm preapproved for it. Also, Callice has figured out how to open the guest room door by banging her head against it hard enough, although she received an unpleasant surprise last night when I swatted her for doing it whilst I was trying to watch Amadeus.

The first major purchase I make this year, rather than the long-coveted laptop or the now-rapidly-becoming-necessary car, will be a dishwasher for m0mmy. This purchase is motivated largely by selfishness, as ours broke before Thanksgiving and we can't afford to fix it and so the dishes just pile up until one of us grows sick of living in our own filth. (All right, it's not really that bad, but doing cooking-and-eating dishes BY HAND is NOT FUN.) Also, it gives me an opportunity to build credit, which is rapidly becoming necessary.

Oh, and, like, we need one in case Mom decides to put the house on the market, because I totally would not want to buy a house without a dishwasher and I don't suppose anyone who would want to buy our house would either.

Perversely, I'm actually looking forward to picking out the dishwasher and having it installed, possibly because making major appliance purchases reinforces my status as Man Of The House and Bringer Of Appliances. This scares the dickens out of me, as there was a time, and not very far in the past either, when I would promptly have written it off as a pipe dream because dishwashers are BO-RING.

(Which, I mean, they are and I can think of several things I'd rather do for the cost of a dishwasher, but sometimes a man has to bite the bullet.)