I haven't even done anything yet. Except eat a cookie for breakfast. What was I thinking? Cookies aren't breakfast, I feel ill, where is my coffee.
I'm buying a new computer next week (did I mention this?) which in theory means that blog posts, like the stools of a growing baby, should improve dramatically in both quality and regularity. Probably what it actually means though is that I'll just play way more NetHack. (For those who care - zach? joff? I had an excellent game yesterday where I had a pet owlbear and it was the best thing ever, zach I know I already told you about this. then last night I had a dream that I was playing nh and polymorphed into a vampire and that rocked too.)
Hey Google just flicked up an ad that said "Changes in Baby Poo." Thank you, Google, for your intuitive software. (Next up: "Changes in Intuitive Software.")
In sports news - I don't do sports news often, but this is pretty fucking exciting - our soccer team has made it into the World Cup! Yeah yeah, I know, most of you guys are a) British and unimpressed or b) American and rolling your eyes but please try to remember that our team is ranked 89th in the world, and there are only 32 teams allowed into the World Cup so IT'S EXCITING. (Also, probably we should not really be in World Cup. The team who comes 5th in the Asia region (it was Bahrain) plays the team which wins the Oceania region (it was us) for coveted spot, etc. etc. so probably there are a few teams ranked 33-88 packing fairly major sads right now but FUCK THEM. Who wants to go to the World Cup with me?)
Maaaaan I have so much energy. I'ma go to the library and take the dog to the beach and, and, and ... ! Maybe breakfast cookies are ok after all.
Was talking to someone the other day about how I was irritating first thing in the morning because I chatter energetically away. They looked at me in exhausted fashion and said, "Do you not have down time?" Huh. Go figure.