Archive for ◊ January, 2007 ◊

Author: VSC
• Wednesday, January 17th, 2007
Apparently our little Laveau has flown the coop again. We’re not sure how. As best we can tell, the tank is impenetrable. Yet we’re once again missing the second best escape artist in the house. Apparently Laveau has learned how to “bamf”

My girlfriend is less than pleased, but I find the whole thing rather amusing. Specifically I find her rants about missing snakes amusing. Granted, this isn’t as much fun as the LAST time Laveau broke out… That time she blamed PJ for eating the missing snake. Everytime she walked past the snake tank, she’d yell “Nobody like a cannible!” to the stunned snake inside. But not every break out can be that much fun.

Still, it seems to be a break out prone evening. Since Laveau isn’t present to eat her mice, my girlfriend ended up with extras. So she put them in an extra mouse cage I had laying around. The mice promptly figured out how to break out of it. Oops.

I’ll be interesting to see what else breaks out before the night is through.

Oh, and in other news, we’re coming out of the stone ages and actually acquiring cable. I have mixed feelings about having TV. On the one hand, it’ll be nice to just be able to crash out in front of the TV once in a while. And it’ll be fucking AWESOME to not have to download my girlfriend’s god-awful reality TV.

On the other hand, that means she’ll want to watch those things when they air, which is at night while I’m home. Eww.

Oh, and I’m still diseased. But apparently I’m not the only one. Apparently a coworker’s kid came down with the cold from hell with fevers and pink eye. It’s not just me!!!

Mood : blank Music : none Tv : none

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Author: VSC
• Tuesday, January 02nd, 2007
Everyone else here seems genuinely glad to be back at work. While it’s not like I hate the place, I really, seriously, had no urge to be here. All I really want out of life is a nap, in fact.

Yet most of my coworkers talk as though the break was too long.

I can’t quite figure it out. Is there something wrong with them, or is there something wrong with me?

Mood : blah Music : the repetitive beep of an unhappy deep freezer

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