Argh! My back hurts, my shoulder hurts, I am so very sick and tired of carrying heavy laundry around. I must dig out that bag that Mom gave me two Christmases ago, that has a strap that goes across your chest and therefor there isn't the intense weight on one shoulder.

I forgot to borrow the iron from the theatre yesterday, so what the hell, I'll use the dryer again to de-wrinkle the Pajamas of Doom.

I saw Lee, who wears said pajamas, and apologized that I couldn't iron them perfectly. He apologized for asking me to, because he didn't know that it was me who was doing it, he thought it was a regular laundry. I said hey, I'm doing it so I should do it right, and he said that the pajamas were in a dream sequence that was eerily perfect, so the pajamas should be eerily perfect as well.

My thinking on the matter is if they wanted eerily perfect pajamas, they shouldn't have chosen all-cotton ones that wrinkle if they are barely glanced at. Frankly, even if I had an iron, they would re-wrinkle themselves in the several hours between ironing and performance just by being in contact with time and air molecules.

It's funny, we're about to strike out of the theatre, and nobody had bought a Yoohoo in weeks, so the two Yoohoos that are sitting in their wax-covered cardboard juice boxes in the cooler have gotten a little, well, misshapen.

I figured that I'd just pitch them out when we moved, but I had the luck of having two girls at the show last night, each of whom wanted a Yoohoo! So I gave them each a soft, lumpy box of Yoohoo that they pierced with the plastic straw and milk into a plastic cup.

It. Was. So. Ghetto. One of them said to the other that it reminded her of "When I lived with your sister in that crack house!" Well, what do you want for a buck?

I think I want to go to Journalcon. I was mulling Journalcon over, I like going and it's my home state and all, and I was wondering how I could afford it, but then I mentioned it to Mom and she said, "What about your free plane tickets?

Score! I totally forgot, I have two free tickets that expire in December and January for giving up my seat on two flights last Christmas, and I'm going to use one to go home next Christmas with one, and I'm using the other one for Journalcon!

I think I'm going to go to Los Angeles a few days early, then drive to San Diego. I don't know who I'll room with, the friends that I know are going are already rooming together, but I know I'll find someone, and all I have to spend money on is the hotel and the con registration.

Yay! Journalcon!

Ooh, look at this!

I wonder how many pairs of socks it would take me to end up with one acceptable sock dog? Ten? Thirty? More like thirty, I'm sure. I mean, I do have socks that I should get rid of because of holes in the toes, I could make sock dogs out of them! And maybe I wouldn't run out of socks before ending up with a decent dog!

Who am I kidding, I ain't making no sock dog. But I like to pretend that I am the kind of person who would!

Today's horoscope:
Balancing the checkbook isn't nearly as stressful for you as it is for some. You're good at it, and you enjoy putting things in order. Be merciful. Offer your help in that department to someone who's struggling.

One year ago today:
Well, yesterday I decided to have a piece, and found...no lemon. None! It's like crumb-topped custard pie. Maybe they passed a lemon over the pie before putting it in the box. The mis-labeled box. It should have been billed as "Crumb-Topped Bland Pie" or "Vaguely Citrus Crunch Pie".

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