I left work early today because, seriously out of NOWHERE, I started feeling really sick to my stomach. It would be tempting to blame it on something I ate for lunch, but I started feeling sick pretty much WHILE I was eating, and I'm pretty sure any allergic or digestive reaction needs a longer head start to really get going. I'm feeling mostly better now, but still. Mysterious illnesses concern me, even if they're temporary.

Right now Newton the kitten, after a long bout of playing with the Cat Dancer, is sacked out on the back of the couch beside me. Methinks he has the right idea.

Does anyone else ever feel like caffeine sometimes only affects one part of their body/nervous system? I had a coffee this morning as per usual, and I'm now super-fidgety and jumpy physically, but my brain is still DEAD and I still feel exhausted. BOO, YOU WHORE.

ETA: And yes, one of us is a whore in this scenario. Caffeine is. Caffeine is the whore. < /mixed-movie quotation >

PRO:

UK Queer as Folk has been uploaded in its entirety to youtube! Viva life!

CON:

The comments are full of people talking about how much better the US version is. (Or rather, mostly about how the US guys are sooo much hottter OMG.) I...just...no. There is not enough facepalm in the world. xkcd, why have you forsaken us? (Also, 'she called Nathan "sunshine", just like Debbie!'? NO. INCORRECT. THE UK VERSION CAME FIRST. SIT DOWN.)

ASIDE:

Aidan Gillen was on 'The Wire' what. I have to watch this show more than ever.

witchnyn and her sister

26 years, seven months, 14 1 days without a broken bone.

in other news: owie.

OHMYGOD SO MUCH 'SCOTT PILGRIM' CASTING NEWS I CANNOT HANDLE THE AWESOME.

(although i must admit that my squee is somewhat harshed by the fact that wallace and lucas both made me go "HOLY CRAP THAT'S AMAZ-uh, aren't those characters asian?")

also, i am deeply amused and heartened by the pictures on edgar wright's myspace. if you're doing scouting in toronto NOW, you must really be dedicated. they are doing this RIGHT, y'all.

This song came up while I was playing my iPod on the random setting, and listening to it feels like the summer I was 14. Given that it's like minus -22 outside and that was just over ten years ago, it's a pretty strange feeling.

And now, back to my regularly scheduled file-screeing and desk-dancing.

After I have dinner tonight, I am going to mix one of our approximately five kinds of hot chocolate with one of our approximately three kinds of Bailey's, and no matter what I pick, it is going to be AWESOME.

Sooo I have work at 9:15 tomorrow, but instead of sleeping, I did a meme. Of course.

The "Be Pete Wentz" Poetry Meme

01. Put your music player on shuffle
02. The first lines of twenty songs = a poem; the first line of the twenty-first song is the title

( Can I borrow a feeling? )

Speaking of work, if I have to hear mariah carey christmas carols one more time, I am going to kill things with my hands. But otherwise I'm enjoying it.

OHMYGOD 'FUNNY FACE' IS ON TCM IN HALF AN HOUR.

well, there goes anything else I was going to do tonight.

so i know that i should be outraged over the fact that some drunk dude from pickering attacked noel gallagher on stage and fractured his ribs. i should be disapproving and disappointed that one of my fellow canadians perpetrated this, in toronto no less, and concerned about how it will reflect on us as a nation. (so much for "only in america".) and initially, i was.

but then i read this article, and now all i can do is laaaaaugh.

aargh. ever since i got off lunch, i have just been sitting at my desk doing NOTHING. because there is NO WORK TO DO right now. (or rather, there is, but it all involves front-desk duty, which i have been neither trained nor cleared to do.) and goddammit, it's BORING.

now i know certain people who work at certain help desks at certain concrete monstrosities are resenting the crap out of me right now, but seriously, this sucks. i wouldn't give it up to go back to the non-stop parade of stupid of so many of my phone shifts, but i'd much rather be doing paperwork and bopping around in my chair to my ipod than just sitting staring blankly at my computer. because i can't actually do anything GOOD, is the thing. my monitor is completely visible to anyone who just happens to walk by and glance in my door. even my original plan of "time to look at pretty things i can buy on the internet wheee!" has been scuppered by the fact that i don't KNOW how much my next paycheque will be, so i would really just be torturing myself.

it's just so frustrating to be sitting here doing NOTHING when i have SO MANY OTHER THINGS i could be doing, particularly at home. bah. maybe i'll get a vivanno after i leave work to comfort myself with some chocolatey goodness. (and i WILL be leaving at 5, screw staying late to make up for the fact that i came in late. i'm not artificially inflating my hours just to sit around and twiddle my thumbs for another excruciating twenty minutes.) there's a starbucks on the way to canadian tire, and they are totally my new crack.

in conclusion: CRANKINESS ABOUNDS.

( cut for 'how i met your mother' season three spoilers )

why did i have to find this out when there's no one to call? damn you imdb episode summaries!

SO. i'm on my computer as usual, surfing around, talking to frederick0t6 on the phone. occasionally, this little spider is attempting to spin its web (or something, who knows why arachnids do anything) across the top of my laptop screen. i am slightly flustered by this, understandably i think, but my consternation is mostly limited to "no! silly spider! this is not where your home should be!", much as i might react if my cat was trying to get into my lap and eat my dinner. what was the problem, i figured. it was just one spider.

aha. ahahahaha.

so eventually, i don't know how, i figure out that the reason this is happening so often is that there is more than one spider - i can see at least three of these little guys (and i stress that they are very small) kicking it on the glass of water on top of my stereo. this is a little more disconcerting, but my reaction is still basically "hey, little buddies! peace be with you. eateth of my bugs!" until i realize that wait, there's not three, there's at least four! how many of these little guys ARE there?

and that's when i turn on my desk light to reveal at least TEN OR FIFTEEN BABY SPIDERS SWARMING ALL OVER MY WATER GLASS.

WHAT.

i don't know if some big honkin' mama spider LAID ITS EGGS in my room (oh, god, what happened to the mama?!), or if they just got blown in by the storm or some absurd shit, but i am FREAKED OUT. multiple readings of charlotte's web wouldn't allow me to goosh the little bastards, but there was no way i was letting this continue. one spider in my room, setting up shop somewhere and keeping the insect population down? i'm hip. two, even, would be doable. but FIFTEEN?! FUCK YOU, nature.

sooooooo i made the flappy hands of 'nggaaaahhhh' until i found an appropriate box, dropped the glass into it, ran outside, and LEFT IT THERE. yes, that was a stupid thing to do. no, i am not even a little bit sorry that i did it.

especially since right now, i can still see at least THREE of them, and two of them seem to be attempting to build webs INSIDE MY STEREO DISPLAY. i don't even want to know HOW they got in there. as many of you know, that stereo is dust central. i clearly should have cleaned it out long ago, but i'm CERTAINLY not going to try it now. oh god oh god i hope there's not a million more living in there. if i wake up tomorrow without a face, you'll know why.

in conclusion: EEEUUUGUGH.

(after all this, i am DEFINITELY sleeping in tomorrow. i was going to try to go to work for an hour before the appointment, but eff that noise.)

ETA: i've started gooshing. i'm a charlotte's baby-killer, and i may only be angering them further, but i want these motherfucking spiders out of my motherfucking stereo.

so due to a combination of mental exhaustion and a genuine lack of real work to do, i have spent pretty much the entire day so far watching the ferretcam. it's actually quite soothing, especially because any action tends to adhere to the following sequence:

- baby ferret squirms free of momma ferret
- baby ferret flails around on momma ferret head/butt and discovers a distinct lack of warmth and/or milk
- baby ferret squirms back into momma ferret embrace

riveting drama, i tell you.

"wait, there's cheating in sumo wrestling?!"

"oh, yeah. it's HUGE."

i think i might want to see speed racer.

kristen bell and jason segel interview each other.

i am going to see this movie like it is my goddamn JOB.

i won't get into the gory details of my EPICALLY bad morning, but suffice it to say that if i did, it would involve the phrases "overslept", "cold sore", "stepped in cat vomit", and "hit in the face with a pine tree".

i really wish that today was:

a) friday, and

b) over.