"Audrina used to be nicer," my roommate said. "She was kind of dumb...now she's bitchier...and still kind of dumb."
Yes. We are watching The Hills.
I am reasonably certain there are better things I could be watching. Sadly, my brain has fried itself because I have yet to learn the art of moderation. I see my coworkers doing overtime and I feel compelled to pitch in. This is possibly because "teamwork" was a foreign work at my last job (the rodders, not the bikers) and I like being part of a team.
(Okay, I'm also saving up for an iPod Touch.)
Back to the moderation thing. After a long, long day at work, the last things I want to see are words (or that damned Saw VI preview, gross!). This has put a serious dent in the writing and reading. I've made the effort to get back into reading - that being the easier of the two - and the writing...
Well, I have two thousand words of Vibeke wandering around. Honestly, it reads like this: "Wow, the world after the apocalypse is bleak. There are not many people. I don't like ghosts. Also, I can't fix cars." I should probably figure out a plot before I go any further.
I'm starting to wonder if my life couldn't use a plot device. Or at least musical numbers.
On the plus side, I will survive a year after the zombie apocalypse. The quiz told me so.
(Of course, I'll also die when I step on my own land mine, which is sadly in keeping with the rest of my life.)
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