unreadable mail

i forgot to mention last night that i received an email from one robert foster, with a super-dodgy subject highly indicative of junk mail. but i can't bring myself to delete it. such nostalgia it brings!

i bussed through to the lizard last night - i'd feel better if i'd remembered to go past my office and pick up my key. whoops.

full house, good music, and her sister arrived with some friends: all in all, it was a really fun evening. and i got the best ride home - it doesn't get better than getting to drive yourself :D

this morning's outrageously creepy dream - involving weird things such as being sucked into a crumbling garden (reminiscent of that belonging to the house i grew up in), to inspiring someone to climb into an odd contraption and roll through an office shooting everyone in sight (one of them then came back from the dead) - was hard to shake off when i got out of bed.

i made my way to the base, where the kid was screwed over royally and now has to guard until tuesday morning. i went alone to check out the next apartment on the list. awesome place, aside from one of the rooms being a tad small. everything else rocks.

i took a slow walk to the cellphone support centre to cancel my account. i've been paying about 40 sheks a month for bloody ages, and i think i used the useless piece-of-crap phone once. on the way, i bought headphones - way better quality than the ones i've been using, but the jack's finicky. can't somebody design something a tad less flimsy??

i waited ages to get to the counter:
"how can i help you, sir?"
*shaking my head* "i absolutely hate your company."
"well, you're not the first person to say *that* today."

i did some shopping, and then bussed home. i'm gonna get in the shower, and then i think it'll probably be time to go eat with the kid.

this looks *good*