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All I want for Christmas is a Twilight Zone pinball machine. Certainly you people can do that for me, no?

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Cripes, I'd forgotten the worst part of deep-frying. It's not the mess. It's not the fact that the food clogs your arteries. It's the SMELL that lingers in your house for days afterward. I even smelled it on my clothes hanging in the closet today. I'm probably going to walk into work tomorrow to questions of "Holy shit, Heller, what're you doing, moonlighting at a greasy spoon? You smell like a dead buffalo's ass."

OK, so most of the people I work with don't usually talk that way. But they just might tomorrow.

LiveJournal is completely screwed these days. Completely. And they want me to send 'em another five bucks to renew my paid account. And of course I probably will. *twitch*

Went to Eliza's house tonight to help her fix her computer. We ate well, laughed a lot, and somehow managed to actually get the computer running again--without even having to wipe the hard drive! Oh, and she lent me a part for my costume that's gonna work very well. Excellent.

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I wish they (you know, They) would do the "fall back" into standard time on Monday morning rather than Sunday. I usually sleep in on Sundays anyway, so I don't feel like I benefit from the extra hour of sleep. But if you gave me an extra hour on Monday morning, or heck, Wednesday or Thursday, then I'd be groovin'. But noooooooo, they'll never do it. Why? Because they don't have my vision.

Hmmmm. Of course, my vision plays tricks on me by making a stereo speaker look like a whoremonger, so maybe it's not so reliable after all. Oh well.