Sunday.

I had an odd day.

First, I woke up from a bad dream. It wasn't a nightmare, but just a little bit disturbing. ( It started with me donating blood. )

I cleaned up in here, and got back to work on costumes. That was the only thing I did that was normal.

Phill came over and we decided we wanted to go to Applebee's for lunch. ( We had the most atrocious service. )

At least the meal itself was enjoyable, and Phill idly wondered if there were an animal called an applebee. Funnily enough, there was golf on TV, and a player named Appleby was shown on screen.

After that, we got ice cream. The ice cream, too, went well, and we were quite amused by two flattened bunny-Peeps on the sidewalk. They looked as though they'd jumped from the building. They had so much to live for. T_T After ice cream, of course, was a trip to B&N, and I was actually asked for my GameStop pay stub! They'd only ever asked for my social before, so now I have to lug the stupid thing around with me whenever I go out on the OFF chance that I might wander into the bookstore (but it's thirty percent. It's worth it to lug).

I also made a terrible pun. I found a book, and I can't remember the exact title, but it had "√-1" in the title. I thumbed through it, and Phill offered to buy it. "No," I said. "I'm only looking because it caught my i." I put it back on the shelf. There was silence. He didn't get my pun. T_T!!! "I made a pun," I said. "You did?" I pointed to the title of the book. "The square root of negative one." "It's imaginary." "Yes, it's the imaginary number called i. It caught my i." SHUT UP I THOUGHT IT WAS CLEVER.

And then we came back here and, like, passed out for two hours. Phill was supposed to be home before nine for Easter dinner, but didn't leave here until nine-thirty. Oops. (And EWWWW OMFG my dad made chitterlings. It smelled SO DISGUSTING in here. T_T I'm usually brave enough to try something new, but the stench was powerful. I believe the "Smells bad, tastes worse." way of thinking. Needless to say, my Easter dinner was what I brought home from Applebee's.)

Right, it was Easter, so Happy Zombie Jesus Day, if you celebrated (it saddens me that the only chocolate I had was in chip form, in my ice cream. Then again, I'm not Christian, so why should I care? :3). If not, OMG SUNDAYYYYYYY. ♥

And then I'm pretty sure I spent the rest of the evening talking to Rani (among others) because she can TALK. And good luck with your paper, raspberrysorbet!