Best quote found on LJ this morning:

"I guess you could say I don't like sipping on haterade."

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I hate (almost all) animated user icons. The occasional one is OK, like Cory's martini icon, but it's really annoying to watch someone switch poses six times in four seconds, or to see someone's head blow up, or their breasts jump up and down. It gives me a headache.

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I've heard so many bad things lately about Yahoo's email service that I'm thinking of just getting a different account somewhere else. I've got a hotmail account (and a Cassingham.com account!)... anyone have a free email service they're happy with?

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I rather enjoy sitting here doing nothing. I know tomorrow isn't going to be this nice, so I'm kind of enjoying it while I can. It's a very quiet day in shipping today. I'm sure Lisa will be down soon, seeing how things are going, and if I see Pat in here, I'm sure she'll try to get me to work in SMU. But I don't want to. I want to sit right here and putz around on the computer. I want to start rewriting my story. I want to take a nap. I want today to be Friday like I kept thinking it was this morning because Cory's here.

This morning, right before we left, Mom called me. It was quarter to seven in the morning. She asked what I was doing at 9:30 last night, because she had a vision about me. She said she was lying in bed, and had just half-woken up, and she saw me with a cloak or a blanket over my head, only the top part of me was visible, and I was floating over the bed. She said I started floating away and fading at the same time, and my mouth was saying "Mom." She said it wasn't scary, but it still kinda startled me. She tried to call, and I was on the internet. I wonder if it means anything.