Desperation

In my hunger last night, I busted open one of those hermetically sealed bags of tuna fish at about 11:00 p.m. and made a couple of tuna sandwiches.

Charlie Tuna looked at me with those inviting bespectacled eyes, and I was really, really hungry, and so I gave in. Not my finest moment, and not the finest tuna sandwiches I've ever made, either.

Rachel baked eighteen or twenty cupcakes for a preschool party for Abby's birthday. On Saturday, we're taking her to Chuck E. Cheese. In November, a couple of weeks, we'll be having another party when Rachel's mom and dad come down for the winter. Whew. For some reason, Abby was in a FOUL mood this morning. Guess she doesn't like the idea of getting older? Not sure, really.

Faculty/Staff team (does anyone have any good team name suggestions? I'm stumped) played again tonight. While we didn't win, we didn't get swept, either, and I did not take a head shot again. I did, however, trip on some fallen branches and fell flat on the ground. Very nice. The only nice thing is that I was in a fairly dark spot, so I don't think anyone else saw me. Like anyone's watching me, anyway.

While I was not sore after Tuesday's games, I felt some nice pain in my shins tonight. Odd.

I really need to start writing again, I don't know why I haven't updated very often. KoL. Everything revolves around KoL.

.: Salivating :.

Oh, I SO want one (even despite the fact that it'll be an 0.3 megapixel one). I've wanted a phone with a camera for some time now.

Want. . .

Wow, feeling the oldness

A long time ago, I was a Phantom of the Opera for this.

An old friend of mine from high school just sent me the link and man, do I feel old.