joyce

so, Drew drug me to see "The Mummy Returns" last night. it actually wasn't bad, just really cheesy. i want to learn how to sword fight like that, though. =) i liked "A Knight's Tale" better, but they were completely different movies, so it's probably not a fair comparison.

anyhow, i got to pick dinner, so it's all good.

hit the alarm this morning at 7:10. and 7:20. and 7:25. and 7:30. neither the body or the mind wanted to get out of bed... i made it into work on time, though, which is pretty impressive, considering i have to be there at 8 and it's a 20 minute drive. i'm glad that i got something useful (the ability to get ready in the morning in no time flat) from State. =]

heh. matchbox20, toad the wet sprocket, and counting crows on shuffle makes for a happy joyce.

did dinner with misty linville. someone remind me to start sticking to salads there... =] made myself go workout, even though i didn't want to. go me. tried to call he who doesn't answer his phone, and left a message. started some laundry.

heh. on screen, it looks like i've been productive. neat.
time to go pour myself into a shower...

i need to have a word of prayer with my lovely, wonderful housemates about not dicking with other people's laundry. and i grew up in the South, where people pray with the belief that if you talk long, loud, earnestly and violently enough, She will come down and answer you.

i could just move. i probably should. but the current place is hella cheap for the area, and normally the housemates that aren't quite all on their rockers are tolerable... even entertaining, at times. they're just becoming less so.

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