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Jun. 27th, 2008 11:45 pmWhile I still have a chance (in my timezone), happy birthday ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loobywibble!
I wish I had more to add to this entry. Sadly, there hasn't been much to say since AN, despite my lack of post-con depression. My tooth -- or whatever is actually wrong, since it hurts in different places -- is kinda feeling better. I guess that's something?
(The geekery also continues. Thursday night, I decided it would be a good idea to continue my long-stale game of FF4, but when I couldn't figure out where I was or what I was supposed to be doing, I scrapped it and started over. I'm about eight hours in now. And speaking of FF4, lookit, Dissidia (squeeeeeee I love you and your prehensile tail, Zidane! ♥)! Phill, I love you, you know I do, but I'm buying this game, and I'm stealing your PSP to play it. You have no say in this; it WILL happen. You've been warned.
(I've also been reading. I still think the first book was the best.
(And I knew the Mets exhausted themselves this afternoon. In fact, I think they're going to get swept because fifteen runs in one game means a total of, like, three, over the next TEN. Seriously. Getting shutout at home is embarrassing enough, but by the goddamn YANKEES?! Should have figured, since it was Pedro starting tonight, and he hasn't thrilled me at ALL, not to mention I have a thing about people who steal John Franco's number (MIKE PIAZZA I AM LOOKING SQUARELY AT YOU). Santana starts tomorrow, but I doubt he'll fare much better, and the ever-reliable Ollie Perez on Sunday. Get out your brooms, guys. D: ... You all know I love you, but I need to talk baseball with someone before it kills me. And not my brother, please; small talk doesn't count.)
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loobywibble!I wish I had more to add to this entry. Sadly, there hasn't been much to say since AN, despite my lack of post-con depression. My tooth -- or whatever is actually wrong, since it hurts in different places -- is kinda feeling better. I guess that's something?
(The geekery also continues. Thursday night, I decided it would be a good idea to continue my long-stale game of FF4, but when I couldn't figure out where I was or what I was supposed to be doing, I scrapped it and started over. I'm about eight hours in now. And speaking of FF4, lookit, Dissidia (squeeeeeee I love you and your prehensile tail, Zidane! ♥)! Phill, I love you, you know I do, but I'm buying this game, and I'm stealing your PSP to play it. You have no say in this; it WILL happen. You've been warned.
(I've also been reading. I still think the first book was the best.
(And I knew the Mets exhausted themselves this afternoon. In fact, I think they're going to get swept because fifteen runs in one game means a total of, like, three, over the next TEN. Seriously. Getting shutout at home is embarrassing enough, but by the goddamn YANKEES?! Should have figured, since it was Pedro starting tonight, and he hasn't thrilled me at ALL, not to mention I have a thing about people who steal John Franco's number (MIKE PIAZZA I AM LOOKING SQUARELY AT YOU). Santana starts tomorrow, but I doubt he'll fare much better, and the ever-reliable Ollie Perez on Sunday. Get out your brooms, guys. D: ... You all know I love you, but I need to talk baseball with someone before it kills me. And not my brother, please; small talk doesn't count.)
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