Cripes, its been a long day. Non-productive for the most part but very long. And I should stay for the extra 1.5 hours that I missed yesterday. Not gonna, though. I’ve got too much to do before we leave town. Like sleep. ’cause I guarantee you there’s going to be precious little of that at a-kon.
And maybe do something about the pit that is masquerading as my house.

Things to do:
EDIT:
Make arrangements for kitty care for the weekend
Wash clothes
Actually fold and put away clean clothes
Sanitize the bathroom
Vacuum the Pit o’Doom
How does spaghetti sound for dinner, everyone?
Cash paycheck (everyone now, “it came! it came!”)
Make a date with Sheila for a haircut
Find a dentist for the Girl that’s in network
Get insurance for myself
Pay rent (or at least my portion of it)
Ick…kitty litter needs doing
Something needs to be done about the cords on the floor in the office before one of us kills ourself on them
CoH frenzy
Book our flight to Vegas for Halloween/wedding party
Book our room in Vegas for same
Check tents to make sure they are suitable for camping
Buy sleeping bag and new airmattress(es?)
Zen Summer’s room and clothes
Zen my clothes (again!)
Did I mention CoH?
Thank the BF for hosing the kitchen down
Make sure hubs has food for school tonight

…there’s more but that’s all my brain is coming up with right now.

Oh My Gawd, I’m an addict!

I knew before I even started that it might be a bad idea. I’d even seen what it could do to others, the havoc it could wreak. I knew it and yet I picked it up anyway.

MMORPG…CoH…I’m doomed.

(If you actually get that reference, then you’re as sick as I am.)

I started playing City of Heroes last night. (Yeah, I know I’m behind the curve. Bite me.) Dear gods, nothing should be as fun as that game. The only other thing that is as fully engaging as CoH is…err…dancing! Yeah, that’s it. Dancing. (Which is ironically enough *also* something I did last night; man are my thighs sore!)

At any rate, I played CoH until I could barely stay awake. And now, I want to play some more! (insert whatever evil, manical laughter makes you happy here)
I must keel bad guys!
I must save people from thugs!
I must save the city!
I must pose dramatically!
I must continue to talk in a bad accent!

*blink, blink*

So at any rate, if you are also an addict and you are on the Victory server – look around for Sri Lanka. That’s me. The kawai scrapper with an attitude and robotic arms.