Dear uncaring cosmos,

My boss underestimates me, leaving me plenty of time to arse about and still leave an hour early. This would be better if they weren't paying me by the hour.

WB store remains in stony silence. Plan B: anarchy against the Bugs Bunny establishment.

Within my caffiene-addled brain, I remain deeply uncertain as to whether I should already be back at school or not. While I dither, the world turns, the lingerie model continues her on-again/off-again relationship with the anti-capitalist feminazis and Pirates of the Caribbean continues to aggravatingly not be released on this continent.

I tried to tell you this yesterday, but my computer told me blogger didn't exist. It was telling me the same thing about google, though, so I think it was just in A Mood.

Like girl, like computer.