for that's the price she had to pay for life eternal... and she's sorry...

[xiane]

*snort, snorkle*

Okay, I finally woke up. At TWO THIRTY this afternoon. Hi.

O_o

Ugh, I'm groggy and my hair is an explody mess upon my head. I guess it's better than my head being an explody mess upon my neck. I'm hoping that sleeping for 11 hours has helped alleviate my blah-ness, but we'll never know if I don't drag my ass up and wake up.

Flyering today should commence from my house and then to downtown. You can always call my celly [242 0828] if you need to check on whereabouts. I'll be glad to triangulate approximate locations for you in relation to me!

I have a lot of crap to do, including getting The Dawning's website updated, moving a bunch of crap in here around to accomodate the impending Bowflex, and... oh, just crap.

Okay. Shower + food = awake Xiane.

Comments

[crossbonesdj.livejournal.com]

Hey sweetie...when should the shirt be on it's way? No presure, just checking in.

[xiane.livejournal.com]

I meant to check and see if your package went out when I was there yesterday. I'll see if I can get someone to check in on it today :)

[crossbonesdj.livejournal.com]

No worries!

[explodingcat.livejournal.com]

After all you have to do today, if you're still willing to help me move the futon of doom through my house...perhaps after flyering? Or if you'd rather do it before, let me know. I'll be here. But I need to rearrange the sunroom to make space for the thing.

futon...futon...weird looking word. looks like it might belong with proton, neutron... little do we know, every atom also has tiny futons. when electrons are excited and leap to higher levels of spinning, they eventually calm down and return to futons to rest.