the Dalaverse

Microsoft Word is dead to me. DEAD.

::weeps:: I spent an hour last night formatting everything in WordPerfect, and it looked so beautiful, and now it's all shot to hell because MY PRINTER IS THE DEVIL and I cannot unjam it so I have to print the whole goddamned thing elsewhere which means I have to convert it and move things and figure out MSWord's retardedness and it REFUSES to delete the building pictures. I don't want them there! Make them go away!

Bloody. Ass. Fucking. Hell.

ETA: I fixed it, but it's UGLY now ::pouts::

You guys. I'm like...bzzzzaahhhhh. This should be a drunkpost only I'm stone sober. Like...granite. I'm in the thing and the stuff and the thing place again only more so. I said to Vanessa, if you flipped my stress upside down so the high stress was at the bottom, it'd be like when divers get that thing where they act giddy and high. Like that. And then I talked about board games and mancala for fifteen minutes. And then we got back here, and there were stairs, and I'm playing with my sea toys because Dr. L gave us goody bags and mine had a plastic toy set with a motor boat that Vanessa put together for me cause I can't do the thing and the stuff, and there's white and gray divers, and one has a rifle, and there's sea grass and sea trees, and a green lobster and a squid and a shark and a rap and an evil red eyed manatee. So I set them all up around my computer so it's like the seafloor on my desk, and the plastic pirates are on the speakers and the amp so that's like land and a cliff, and I put some rocks from the beach around, and the squid and lobster hijacked the boat and the shark is eating the gray diver with the stupid bell and the white diver with the rifle is going after the manatee because it's evil.

Last night I had a dream that I was in a Borders, and I saw Harrison Ford, and and he was buying his own autobiography only he was in disguise so people wouldn't mob him, and he was dressed in a Muslim woman's hajib but without a veil so I recognized him. And then I went to tell my mom, who worked in a coffee shop and was Holly Hunter, and she was all proud.

Vanessa says I probably shouldn't try to start my history paper tonight. Yeah? Then all morning I write.

I should take a picture of my epic land/sea battle. The pirates are all facing the same direction, though, and on separate plans. They're fighting ghosts.