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Next time I buy a new pair of glasses, I'm getting ones that have some red in the frames, I think. Or at least ones that are more easily visible with my poor unaugmented vision. I'm getting tired of needing my glasses to _find_ my glasses. These gold wireframes are cute, but blend in with their surroundings all too easily when I really need to find them and have forgotten where they are. Like when I'm trying to log on the computer and can't see the words without squinting.... ^_^;;;

Today was my kawaii cousin Diane's Confirmation. The whole family attended. For once the Zelinske delegation was dwarfed by the opposing relatives. ^_^ Her Dad's got seven brothers, all of whom wed and produced offspring.

There were only eight kids in her class. It's a pretty small congregation. She was the only girl. She looked so distressingly grown-up, standing there, in her white robe and reciting her lines..... I remember babysitting this kid back when she was still a member of the Barney fanbase. Who gave her permission to reach 15 and get so big and curvy and mature? ::wistful sigh::

The party afterwards at their house was nice. The BBQ beef sandwiches were... bleah... but the cheese potatos and snacks were good. I'm still kinda hungry, but our supply of munchies at home's a trifle sparse. Maybe some of that jar of applesauce. Or if the ravenous brothers haven't eaten all the ice cream... hmm...

I wish I knew for certain if the stupid problem with my work schedule were going to be straightened out. I wish it hadn't cropped up to begin with. It makes me nervous. We've got contigency plans, but... still.... ::sigh:: It _should_ be fixable. It's the uncertainty that gets me. I want to see my loving man and glomp him til he turns blue, not fret and worry about the flaws of a corporate HR department who doesn't know who to set up things before they depart on vacation....

I need the break. Two jobs are stressing me. Wishing I could have a decent income and health insurance and still go back to school, while a logical impossibility, stresses me more. I need a warm pair of Doscher arms around me for a few days.

Oh, well. In the meantime I have bait to purchase and packing to do. And a half-promise from my aunt to do some gardening in her yard on Tuesday. ^_^ Should be fun.

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Bah. Who am I kidding.

I should eat. There's stuff in the fridge that is reasonably tasty. But I don't actually feel like eating a darned thing.

Applesauce... feh.... ditto to the ice cream, even though it's strawberry.

I'm just not in the mood.

But I'll be kicking myself sometime tomorrow or next week when I do feel like it, and there's not even a stale cracker in the cupboard, and I remember how I didn't have the appetite for perfectly good snacks when they were available. Besides, I promised a certain airman I'd try to do better about my bad eating habits.

Bah.

Bah, I sayeth.

I still feel good, mind you, just no appetite.

IRC hates me.

I swear.

I downloaded it for the first time on this new machine. It seemd to load fine. No errors in the initial log on process, either. Then, after three tries to connect, it tells me it's sorry, but it's unable to find a server.

Frigging hell.

There's NO 'random IRC server' available to it?

I swear, it hates me.

I mainly only wanted to log on as a test, anyways. I don't see any of my best pals from there on AIM right now, so I assume they're not on IRC either.

::fifteen minutes later::

Ok, I'm connected to some random Undernet IRC server. I try switching to irc.aniverse.net, because that's where the old chan I used to hang out on is, since the death of Dalnet.

Keeps telling me unable to connect. the specific message, according to the help file means the serve may be down temporarily. Taloon says he can't connect either.

I guess it hates us both. :b

Not like I was going to be able to talk to Cav and Will and Taloon and Drak at the same time, or anything. But damn it. I wanted this dry run to work.

However, I refuse to let this ruin my mood. I am loved by a good man, am employed, and have two kawaii sisters to cuddle. Recalcitrant software will NOT damage that.

It'll just make me want to stabble the software vigorously, and possibly the people running those uncooperative servers.

No, I'm not using Mace-chan. She's only for really important things like abusing Hounder, and fending off hentais, and scaring my Tom into behaving. ^_-

The thought of that alone's got me grinning again....

Fear the Kawaii Ones... especially when we're armed....