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I was crazy/sick enough to watch Episode I again the other night, and after that, a bit of Episode II. Like, yay, and junk. Episode I was liveable. Episode II gives me cause to request that George Lucas never, ever again be allowed in front of a word processor, particularly not with the purpose of creating dialogue.

I've made the descision to use the word "forsee" in casual conversation from now on. Y'know. Just so you know.

After a week and a half of HELL, my body seems to have relented a tad. Mayhaps it had forseen it's own destiny and was trying to avoid it, because I've been putting off starting to work out as a result of all of this ickiness. But it is unavoidable... it is it's destiny.

Ask and Ye Shall Receive

Well, it looks like I'll be getting at least a smidge of the overtime I made mention that I'd hope to scrounge up. Yay for me. Making up for sick time is goodness.

I forsee that tomorrow will be a long, long day.

I'm contemplating formulating a new series of avatars. While Nuriko is, and ever shall be, my favourite Animé character of all time, I identify enough with Nuriko that I'm getting tired of looking at "myself" all the time. Maybe some abstract icons or other would be fun. Yes yes. Or a new character. That could be... amusing.

I've been able to DM more lately. I wonder if I'm slowly starting to get over my inherant fear of having to run a game? (The Gollum-Dino game is in serious need of reviving. 'Cause that game's gonna ownx0r once I get through with it.)

Black tea is now my passion. It makes me feel artsy, in a more virtuous way than Cappuccino does. Someday I shall be able to drink my coffee black. This I swear.

It's hard to feel comfortable in one's own skin when it is being padded by a layer of fat. This must be rectified.