Amanda Unvarnished

Headache. Big, big headache.

We got Wil sick! Go bio-warfare! Grin.

The Omni isn’t plugged into anything, so why is it making noises out there?

What’s up with TwitterIM? It’s not working.

Waiting on dinner to cool, and hooking equipment back up.

I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. I slept from 07:30 till 16:00, then got up again at 19:00, and could sleep for 3 years.

Just got home. Been on the road for 14 hours. Beyond exhausted and beyond pissed.

Called my ride. No answer. I think I will have to kill at least one light slave today.

Trying to help someone set up TwitterIM via AIM. Twitter is not being helpful. Grrr again!

God damn light slaves! When I said I needed to be on the road Saturday morning, I didn’t mean after 9:00 A.M. travel will most likely not happen. GRRRRRRR!

Wil James is a lazy bitch. He’s falling asleep in his chair.

Survived another work day. Off tomorrow. All is well.

Stupid AIM hook! I posted two tweets earlier today, and neither of them landed.

If I had to conceive a hell, it would be walking 8 Year Olds through the registry. I hope I never have to do that again.

Headaches suck.

Can’t go back to sleep. T/m will most likely suck.

New couch will be delivered Wed. A.M.

Posting a bulletin to Myspace about Twitter. Maybe I can get my friends to follow instead of having to log onto the web’s disaster area.

I think my mom would get herself lost in a paper bag. She needs a GPS for her own good.

Sometimes the simplest meals are the most satisfying.