Attention world:

I have a sister.

Happy now? Oy.

Today I made the worst pancakes on the face of the earth.

They were so bad, in fact, that the pancake griddle I was using -- one of the two-sided ones on a hinge, for convenient flipping -- ignited. Despite being made entirely of metal (and Teflon). It CAUGHT ON FIRE. Frankly, I'll be lucky if these pancakes don't end up poisoning me.

I'm not going to be attempting pancakes again any time soon.

Who the heck called me at 5:40 in the morning?

Last night, I dreamed that Drew Carey had been signed as the new James Bond.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Final Fantasy VIII decided that it wasn't going to work properly in spectacular ways, yesterday...



The text and menus remained like this (totally indecipherable, that is!) until I managed to get to a save point. Grim.

This is a ten on the "what the hell?!" meter.

# 1 Chief Wiggum
# 2 Apu
# 3 Ned Flanders
# 4 Reverend Lovejoy
# 5 Smithers

My roommate is listening to Dead Can Dance.

Where does someone with absolutely no taste in music pick up Dead Can Dance? My preliminary theory is that he downloaded a bunch of files off Napster, but he seems to have a complete CD's worth rather than a random assortment...

I got up at 8:40... showered... shaved...

Now it's 8:30?!?!