someone in my building didnt password protect their network!

so im sitting in my bed, alone. kind of bored. i cant sleep so naturally i decide to play eight off. when i decide to check if i have access to a network by any chance. and alas! i do. some idiot didnt put a password on it. ive got my bet on the marilyn manson guy.

dinner tonight at eats. seriously made me sick. all i wanted to do was sleep. luckily there was nothing better to do, so thats what i did.

now im home with quite possibly the cutest, most annoying roommate ever. you guessed it, its holden, the kitten from hell. i feel bad because i keep hitting him. he is popping his head above my computer every few seconds just to receive a mean look and a loud snap of my fingers.

plans for the rest of the week! tomorrow sleepover with christy chaffin. hopefully jessica on friday? never can count on that girl. i need something to do while the halo party is going on. then saturday rebekah white and i are off to nashville for the weekend. dont try and contact us, we will be touring gaylord opryland hotel and wishing we were cowgirls.

i love the women at my work. we have long drawn out conversations about what kinds of bottled water we like best, shoes that hurt our feet, cheating coworkers, teenage children, ex wives, annoying employees, and how we need to lose weight; all while we are playing bespelled or other msn free internet games. [jeopardy was my favorite until i played it so much i was coming up with duplicate subjects, thus always winning with very high scores.]

fish are fed. alarm is set. door is locked. medicine is swollowed. plans for tomorrow are made. i think now i can go to bed and be happy. [or at least try to be].
ill pretend that zoe [who now has one pupil intact, while the other one is hanging by a string] is that certain someone obsessed with a new video game.
pretend that i was more entertaining than a man dressed in metal with a gun.
pretend that i was as good as dave.
pretend that one day this game will get old. and that i will grow up a little and realize i am jealous of an xbox game.

instead ill just sit here, sad, every so often having my fingers attacked by a little orange paw, while i listen to sigur ros and drift off to sleep.