
I'm home from work. Rock on. I promised myself tonight that I would not turn on the TV, as I have a ton of dishes to do. And by "a ton," I mean "pretty much every single dish in my house." Stupid dishes.
I still have next to nothing ready for Saturday evening. The place is messy, the Christmas decorations are still out (I'd take those down tonight, but I think I need dishes more), and there's more static electricity in my apartment than in the middle of a Van De Graaff generator. Oh well...
My recap at PanFan has some kind of bug so that the last few paragraphs keep repeating. Stupid recap. ::grumbles::
I left my phone at home today, so I need to call Shannon back. Right now, though, I'm tired.
I also need to finish compiling this year's "Valentine's Day Stinks" CD. Right now it's only 11 songs. Grrrr. But last night I remembered the Kelis song "Caught Out There." You know, the one where she screams "I hate... you so much right now! Arrrrrrrrrrrgh!" over and over. It makes me laugh.
Okay. I should go. I have a ton of chores to do. Blech.