Wearing new pants and sweater from Mervyn's. I like.

Phones not working: day 6. Still can't get anything done. Neck killing me. Finger killing me. Moving and talking so fast I can't think straight. Preston seems to have lost the ability to answer his phone.

It's about to rain. BIG. Yaaaay :)

Between being super-stressed about the phones and excited about Tori and New Mexico, I'm just completely emotionally wrung-out today. I feel like a wad of wet string.

So, I got new mascara last night on the way home. "New-improved SUPER-lash thickening and extending formula!" it screamed at me. Right. It's black; it's cheap: that's all I need. Except, I'm sporting some major freaking eyelashes today. Whoa.

What to wear to the Tori concert...? The new corset-top, assuming it fits ok when it gets here...? With...?

Oooh...it's so dark outside. BRING IT!!! Mwaha. WHOOSH. *lightning*

Shelly destroyed a throw pillow yesterday. Fluffy stuff EVERYWHERE. That must have been sooooo fun, hehe. Damn dog. I'm gonna douse the furniture with that rosemary-oil spray I made the other day again, and hope it works. I'm not entirely sure it keeps them away from stuff; I just know the smell disgusts them. Maybe I should throw some pepper seeds in it, as a taste deterrent. Yeah!

*BOOM!!!* Hee.

Rain make s1ren good again.

::EDIT:: If you ever have a chance to read the children's book Aranea, do so. It's a wonderful book, not "kiddy" at all...I still think of those illustrations when I see lightning (and I still have the book). Thanks, Grandmother.