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Gina's CD-ROM drive seems to be broken. It is not recognizing CDs, particularly the one I want to use, specifically, The Sims. This is completely bogus. It worked on Wednesday night, right before Gina left, and then as soon as she leaves, nothing? It's so wrong. So very wrong. I hope she knows what to do when she gets back Sunday. I need to play. I need to play. It also means that I can't listen to audio CDs, since her old stereo is dismantled and her new one isn't here yet. Luckily, I am a genius and managed to get one speaker plugged in and the levels adjusted so that the old stereo manages to sound halfway decent. Not that any of this is necessary, you understand, because I have all I really need in life.

erin and Kirsten and I went on Wednesday and did the temp agency thing. It is now, apparently, the slow season, but the chick just emailed me and said that she had something for me starting the 27th, lasting 3 weeks. Woo! Work.
We all, apparently, blew her away with our incredible typing and computer skills. ;) erin is, it seems, an Excel impressario, and I have, according to testing lady, "the fastest wpm score we've ever gotten". Which was actually only 84 since I was nervous. Tee hee. (Wow, what kind of slowpokes do they have coming in? I certainly picked a nicely ghetto temp agency!) Oh, well! I have a marketable skill!

This Tilbrook(/Mann) song is good, but it certainly is suggestive.

She was married to somebody else
I was lonely and lived by myself...

Whatcha trying to say, Glenn? Tee hee hee.

(It's okay, Michael. I'll be your new lovemonkey if she runs off with him.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:44 PM | shower me with attention