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08/29/2008: "Human Interaction"Had enough of it. This week. Actually dogs have annoyed me more than people this week. They are soooo.... needy or something. They remind me why I don't ever want to have children while I have a full time job. EVER. The alarm goes off at 5:30 one morning and one of them puts his paws up on the bed, "Yay! Let's play! Time to go outside!" And I said, "NO." He backed away, "Oh. Sorry," and went to play in the living room. Yeesh. Niiiiice dog sitter.
I throw the ball with them. We have our kicks. But.... damn I hate being responsible. It sucks rocks. Bluck. I have too much to do! I thought up a fascinating new soap opera story in my head. Last weekend. I was supposed to come up with the outline for a novella to sell to Harlequin. But then I thought, "Screw it!" And I wrote notes for an online soap instead. For me. And one day possibly you. I read the Harlequin message boards and apparently most people get their stories rejected, and they have to wait 3-4 months before that even happens. But I just want a new car, man! New to me, anyway. Newer car. Gah.
I was gonna sell out just a little bit. It was gonna be a paranormal story. About a werewolf and a redheaded witch. Heh. It was completely different than Willow and Oz! And then I realized maybe she shouldn't have red hair. Okay! Light brown. Whatever. Oh well. That may be written someday. If I am ever in the mood for a plain and simple romance. They insist that the heroes be all brawny and strong and beefy or something. These aren't the words they use. But what if a person isn't attracted to that type? I like the cute nerdy type.
Like Will in my last book. Geeky cute. SMART. Anyway. I also like clean cut types. None of this rippling muscles and long mane of hair crap. Bleck. Okay. Now you know my type. Yikes! And my untype. Hahaha.Spelling out my laughter. Not good. No, it's not good! I am indeed hysterical. As in crazy. As in too busy to think straight. Today I think I did so many things I couldn't list or remember them all. But that would bore you anyway. I had to contact AAA about my membership card that never arrived. They are sending me a new one. But my question is, where is the old one? Is there some strange person out there with my card getting roadside assistance in my name? Is there???!!!! Geez!
Someone gave me cash for babysitting her dogs, that's right I charge for that! Anyway, my bank is only open when I am at work. But there's a bank in the grocery store open later that I have an account at. So I deposited it there, then went to check my balance online. They canceled my online access because my account was "dormant". So, I had to call their toll free number and talk to a human and get my balance. Then I wrote myself a check from myself and deposited it in the night deposit box at my bank that I actually use. All because I didn't want to take time off work to go to the bank. I can't use cash for much. Just groceries. Even at the gas station they make you prepay. Which pretty much means debit or credit card, yes? GAH. So, I had to get it into imaginary electronic form. You understand. Imaginary. Pfft.
Little dog vomited twice before work yesterday. And I had to quick clean it up so they wouldn't walk through it all day while I was at work. And I think he only vomited because I closed the doggie door at night. And he couldn't get out to pee. But I used to leave the doggie door open and then the neighbor across the street's big sheep dog came right in and started tossing the little puppy around. Kicked the little booger right off the front porch. I guess the sheep dog is a she. Whatever. But it scared the piss out of me to see some big creature suddenly lumbering down the hallway. Holy shit! No more of that! Anyway. See how I'd make a mean dog-mom? Yeah....
They are probably missing me right now and barking like crazy. I came home to my own apartment to write in the blog. Didn't want to log in at my mom's. What if she somehow gets my password and comes in here and attempts to imitate me???!!! Hey, I have my weird paranoias. More likely she would just accidentally futz with my settings. Whateva. That's annoying too.
Sigh. I decided not to watch TV this year. Ha! Or most of it. I have to watch Smallville to see if they FINALLY get the Clark and Chloe romance going right. And I have to watch Supernatural to see how Dean gets out of Hell, even though from the sound of it they don't explain it right away. Whatever. Everything else I can rent someday. But I want to get some writing done. If I had cable - with CBS - I would have to watch How I Met Your Mother too. But I don't, so I can't, so I won't.
I can't watch Dollhouse for that reason too. So, I hope Fox puts it online. Hahahah. 'Cough.' Or I will just have to buy it on DVD. That's right, I said buy! I'm gonna buy HIMYM. Let's call it that. I just made that up. It's never been called that before by anyone anywhere. Score!
Hee hee. I'm not even toooo sleep deprived. Just a tad. I watched Dr. Horrible yesterday at my mother's with no hurky jerkiness. She has a super fast connection. I was setting up her computer a while ago and I said, "You just downloaded a 20 megabyte file in 19 seconds. I hate you." Her: "Oh, is that good?" Me: "YES." Her: "Oh. What's a megabyte?" Something like that. Why do people who are indifferent to the Internet always have the best connections to it????!!!!! GAAHHHHH!
Phew! Okay. Back to reality. Geesh. "Right! Freeze Ray." -Dr. Horrible. So obsessed. So obsessed.
I ate popcorn for dinner last night! And soy jerky. It's like Tourette's now. I'm just shouting out random things involuntarily. I've been trying to lose weight, but I think the dog stress is getting to me. My pants were really tight today. There may have been some M&M eating incidents in the past week. Or similar. One may have been a cake eating incident. What can I tell ya? Stresssss.....! Woohoo!!!! It's Friday. I'm a little happy.
I should probably get back to those evil barking twins. They really are cute. Surrrre they are. They are! When they are well behaved and not barking or puking or peeing inside the house or jumping up on me or biting me or licking me (yes, I find that gross, I can't help it!) or throwing a grimy tennis ball in my lap - I created two monsters - or tracking mud everywhere or doing the thing where one of them goes outside and one of them stays inside so they can howl at each other about how much it sucks to be apart. ?? What the hell is that about?
But I digress. I gots ta go!
Later.