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( Filtered to Mr. Frodo )

Someone at my ranch thought it was a good idea for me to sign up for this ... whatever it is. I feel like you people are all tiny people sitting inside my computer than real, actual people.

That makes me sound old.

My kids broke into my office. They played around with this thing's settings. Now I'm staring at baby colors and ducks.

I do not like baby colors and ducks.

I can't figure out how to get these %#@$ing ducks off my ... thing. Blog? It's called a blog, right? Right.

I'm grumpy and I need a drink. They're laughing at me now. Let's see how much they're laughing when I make them peel potatoes for dinner tonight.

There is not enough coffee in the world for this Tuesday morning. Note to self, never let Maeglin convince me staying out till 4 in the morning on a Monday is a good idea ever again.

I was going through all of my notes and things, preparing for my lectures next week, and I guess I wasn't really paying attention like I should have been. Normally I like to go out and do this while grabbing some coffee somewhere, and Pavel is in his cage. I forget how zoned in I can get.

He was running around. I like to let him out of his cage whenever I'm home, and usually I keep an eye on him. He loves to cause trouble - he's a ferret - but it's usually never that bad. Knocking things on the floor over a few times, stuff like that.

He knocked over one of my plant stands and tasted some of the leaves. I really don't know if he ate them or just took a nip and a lick to see what it was, but... the plant is a mess, I can't tell for sure, and he's really not acting himself now.

I don't know if it's because I scolded him and locked him up after that, but he's really been down. I might have to take him to the vet, I really don't know what to do.

Poor Pavel. :(

I'm so careful about my plants, too, I try to keep any plants I'm not sure about away from him. And he isn't usually the eat leafy greens type, either. I'm probably worrying over nothing...

27 days, 11 hours and 52 minutes until the release of the stupid album.

I still can't tell anyone its name. We're working on organizing the party – and by "we" I mostly mean "Loki, Astrid and my management team of weevils" because I'm not contributing much of anything except for nods and headshakes – and I'm slowly going out of my mind.

That's nearly a month, except it isn't.


ETA: Timeanddate.com no longer lets me post their little countdown box things, and I felt like going Daisychain was going too far since it's not like I'm talking about a pregnancy or a wedding here.

The dorky part of me that likes countdowns instead of wanting to be sick over them is so sad.

How do people actually live in this place? I haven't been in Orange County a year and I'm already bored. I guess that's what you get when you have Disneyland right down the street. Where is the action?

Everyone's so transient these days. Doesn't anyone feel the need to put down roots, take off their proverbial coat, and actually make a friggin' life for themselves?

Shut up. I'm know I'm mixing metaphors. I don't care. I'm. Pissed. Off.

I knew Derek Grutter wouldn't stay long the moment we met, but hiring him wasn't my job. Now I'm short a graphic designer when I really cannot afford to be short a graphic designer. Do you know how many segments I do every day? A lot of segments. Do you know how many of them need graphics? All of them.

My studio is not a gas station for you to take a piss at while you're driving through the night to San Francisco!