Dewmed.

._. Not getting much done so far. Very distractable. Need to get my sorry ass away from lj and email. d00m.

Also doomed because it is becoming obvious that FMA is lurkinglurkinglurking in my brain. After only seeing one ep. ages ago, and based off some snooping at character designs and info...it's...it's eating my brain. I've gone and fallen fangirl-in-sparkly-love with Roy/Ed fics, been reading occasionally the past few days. Gah, I'm so weak...! T___T Doooooooooom. (Not like my anime to-watch list isn't long enough...still need to catch up on PoT. Still really need to watch Scryed and Getbackers. Still craving to see more Kodocha, and not like *that's* short. And then there's the megabuttton of 'someday I'd like to see' stuff... *cries* )

And music d0omness. Figures the minute I finish burning off my mp3 backups, I start glomming onto more. I'm a fscking junkie for music, I swear. I need a new spindle of blanks. *sighs*

Tonight--errands! And laundry! And calling Mom! Such a wild and craaaazy life. <3

...and the horse you rode in on. DX

So, 2+ hours overtime at work, because things need to get done. Then wasted my time stopping to pick film I was having developed, as I forgot the CDs take two days, not one. One of the utility bills came a bunch higher than it should have, and I don't know why. Then I find out that for who knows how long, James has been feeding Bebop less than the 1/4 can that the vet recommended, and for gods sake I should not have to *remind* him what we were told. And then I check the package I've been tracking--the one from Animaxis where I ordered ages ago and they just sent out this week, right when I'm about to be gone, but it *should* just barely squeak by and get here in time--and I see this:

Your item was misrouted. The error has been corrected and every effort is being made to deliver it as soon as possible. Information, if available, is updated every evening. Please check again later.


...Fuck. I was about to be lucky, for once, and have it arrive tomorrow so I could pick up early Sat. am. But, nooo. Those *fucktards*... Now I have to try to arrange for Kelly to be able to sign for me, and hope that she can pick it up from the Millard post ofc and not the one at the far end of town downtown, and hope things don't get fucked up and result in it getting mailed back to fscking Japan while I'm gone.