Seriously it's been two freaking weeks of no Mountain Dew in the vending machine at work. I've been reduced to an odd pattern of consuming coke based products... and frankly cherry coke, coke prime, and dr pepper all taste odd sans rum. Ugh. I might start sharpening the pink plastic nail file I found on my desk for the 'Race for the Cure' to menace The Bringer of the Dew. Perhaps I need to take notes of how crack addicts in Law and Order do a stick up to get my character role down.

Possibly the 'phone home' antenna is malfunctioning. I might have to take it apart and see. I could snag a laptop at work and start picking apart their datastreams it the machines.

In other news - my hoarders-eque living arrangement more or less is resolved. The old big furniture is gone for less old furniture for my parents'. Now I am, like, totally a grown up boy with matching furniture and glass tables. I woke up this morning, stumbled out of my bed room, and paused to mutter "where am I and whose living room is this?!". Then I remembered it was mine. Funny. Now to find a place to stack all my stoneware dishes that I suddenly have. Or I could throw out my super-red-tag-marked-down-sale plates from Target that are about five years old. Options.

Oh in other news I forced my hand on my robots (SCIENCE!) and dropped my youtube video link out to a few places. Side note - did you know you can make your own videos and upload them to youtube?! z0mg!

The plan's laid out but now I just need to find time.