shrikedyke

Still advocating Pop Gun War. popgunwar.com
There's just something about it...

I'm all packed up but I don't leave for many hours. I don't know what to do with myself.

I randomly bought Fillerbunny comics for Lauren yesterday because I knew she was looking for them. Apparently it was a good move because now she says she got me something. Crap! I didn't know we were doing this! There needs to be a "We are exchanging holiday gifts this year: Check Yes or No" thing somewhere. Does this mean I should get something for Hilary? I can whip up anearly2bed gift certificate on short notice, I guess. I like giving people stuff, I'm just never sure of when I'm supposed to or not.

There's a guy who works at the comic book store who is a quiet, skinny, ginormously-insecure version of Jack Black. He stood behind me almost the entire time I was browsing, and every time I touched something he would say quietly, "Oh.. yeah. That's a good one. That one's good. He did this other book that's good, too."

Back in California soon! Woo. Get to see Emory and my friends tonight... I've missed Emory. Hurray for Frank being partially unemployed! It means he'll be home to entertain me all day tomorrow while Emory and Jeff are at work. Oh!! And I get to see my rats tonight, too! Man, I just love those little chub-buckets. I hope they remember me. They're supposed to be as smart as dim dogs, but I wonder what their memories are like?

I've been here too long.