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Cooped up all day, drifting in out and out of cough suppressant fueled slumber, dreaming of cartoons and Kim Deal’s angelic coo.

There are things to report. Always things to report. But I am considerably lacking in the committment and / or ability to detail the comings and goings of my life as I once did in my youth. (Uh, is that acceptable? To use “youth,” I mean. I’m kinda sorta, but not really getting up there in dog years.) Before I digress and wax nostaligic about personas that now lay dormant within LiveJournal and Diaryland, here are the latest proceedings that have come to pass:

1) A new job begins in a matter of days. Monday, to be exact. I am eager to be far more engaged both professionally and personally. What does it say about me when criteria for accepting a new position involves whether or not there are cupcake enthusiasts to consort with?

2) I haven’t cut my hair in over two months. For someone with an almost religious dedication to shorning their locks, this has not be an oversight, but an attempt to try on longer hair for size. It’s been roughly 10 years since the case of metalhead dude mistaken identity, I think I’m ready for the healing to begin.

3) Holiday. Celebrate! The countdown has begun.

4) Josh and I have become fanatical about “Princess Robot Bubblegum.”

5) I may or may not be starting a faux “Lord of the Rings” tribute band named Second Breakfast.

Another installment of the not-so regularly scheduled APE went down this past weekend. I brought my camera, but completely forgot that I had it tucked away in my bag due to a high-volume of free samples acquired. Nestled under 16 packages of facial tissues, which were cloaked in an advertisement for some company that I will never remember the name of, hid my beloved photo snappin’ device. Returning home with a lack any photographic evidence from the convention floor wasn’t a total bust, I suppose. The surplus of face wipes now in my possession is conveniently timed with the seasonal dripping of nose juice.

With scant funds at my disposal, I had a particularly restricted budget prohibiting any frivolous spending — save for $7. That said, I found two items that I simply could not resist:

1) “No Klingons” button
2) You Otter Know by Aiyana Udesen

me llamo cakes.
y tu?