Startlingly enough, for the first time in I don't know how long, I was awakened by the alarm rather than by Them Bad Kitties re-enacting Wacky Races complete with sound-effects 'round and 'round my head.

It was so astounding that I actually got up after only hitting snooze once!

Yesterday I kept hearing these overhead pages for Steven Rea. "Steven Rea, you have a call on line 43, Steven Rea, please pick up line 43."

And I know that it was a different Steven Rea, but all I kept thinking was that it was in fact the Irish actor, who wandered into my lab and was doing a little oncology testing between movie roles.

Yesterday, I got a huge papercut under my pinkie fingernail on my left hand. You know how when you get a paper cut with like ten pages at once? The blood loss was incredible and I was getting no sympathy from The Raccoon, so I wrote my initials on a PostIt Note in my own blood and stuck it on my monitor.

I still didn't impress The Raccoon much, 'cause she's used to me, but I felt terrible wild, like Titus Andronicus.

All bow down and worship me, I finished Level 50 last night!

I rather wish that they would make a bigger deal out of it, like in Solitaire when you win a game and the cards dance for you.

I am a big doof, though, because what did I do as soon as I finished? Why, I started over again, of course, to get a better score, and am now stuck on the hideous Level 23 again!

Today's horoscope:
A friend does well and wants respect, recognition, and admiration from you. Provide applause!

One year ago today:
People don't spend nearly enough time thinking about my needs. The bastards.

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