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I like this one.

Last book you read: I still haven't finished Blackhawk Down.
Last movie you saw: Glitter. Oh god, was it horrid. I couldn't take more than a few minutes at a time.
Last movie you saw on the big screen: A Beautiful Mind, all the way through, and when it was over, I saw the last half hour of BlackHawk Down.
Last phone number you called: Mom&Dad
Last show you watched on TV: Stargate, all the way through, and then five minutes of Angel before I holed up in my room.
Last song you heard: Nsync - Forever Young, from Lori's mix cd.
Last thing you had to drink: Green tea
Last thing you ate: Lori's potato chips, last night. Unbaked, the horror! With ranch dip
Last time you showered: This morning
Last time you cried: During a Beautiful Mind
Last time you smiled: Now
Last time you laughed: Five minutes ago?
Last person you hugged: Ali
Last thing you said: Something to George about his computer. I basically shooed him out of his office and took over.
Last person you talked to online: Not email? Um... Er... Bloody hell, it's been so long since I've even been on ICQ. I may have been Ali one evening, when we couldn't even be bothered to lean out our bedroom doors and holler up and down the stairwell.
Last person you talked to on the phone: Dad, when he called from Bonaire to tell me Nsync was performing on tv.
Last thing you smelled: Green Tea

And now, back to whacking computers with a big stick to make them work.

The hell?

I could have sworn I updated my site last night, and uploaded all the files. I'm not seeing the changes on the DS page. Grr. I hope this is not symptomatic of royally screwing up the site.

Urg. And with a headache on top of a deadline and five more installs, I have to trek back up to the Finance office.

I am so tempted to just make an appearance, and then disappear homeward a couple of hours early.

Celebration!

Lori got her sound check pass for Tacoma. I, alas, did not. (Or they lost my email address and my phone number, and will make it up to me by personally delivering Nsync to my door with a set of chocolate body paints. I'd even settle for only having Chris, Lance and Joey. Heh.)

Minor disappointment on my part, but Lori was too happy about hers to not get caught up in the celebration, which moved very quickly from our front door to Outback Steakhouse. For a celebration, we did a lot of serious talking about image (Britney's) and music (what's the definition of 'pop' music, versus popular music, and how those have diverged.)

I managed to loose my Superman ring under the table next to us, which resulted in much crawling around on and under the seats, using my flashlight (why, yes, I do carry one in my purse) to finally find it a good six feet from where I'd been sitting. The couple at the next table was very tolerant of a couple of crazed women scrambling under their table.

And then, KMart. I swear, it's like a cult or something, and Lori's inducted me into it. We wander in, and I'm not looking to buy anything. I'm actively not buying anything, not doing anything but laughing over the singing wallposters, mourning the criminal lack of Legos, snickering over the shoddy collection of music, finding the bargain table...

Oh! Five dollar jeans...

And then I realize I have Issues. My ass has not expanded exponentially since I last bought jeans. I'm wearing a size ten. And the tens in front of me? Nope, nuh-uh. De-NIED.

And then, just as I've put the cursed, camel-felching, jackal-raping, motherless excuses for goat-dung jeans back on the rack, I find Lori again. And she has Nsync bears. From clearance. And I feel the need to pander to my bruised ego, all at a reduced price!

I have ChoLa now. And mini-chiclets, which I find to be a very apt commentary on the type of (non-slasher) fans that will outnumber us at the concerts. And an iron, to replace the one the evil roomie destroyed, and to balance the utter twelve-year-ness of my purchase.

Lori: Tarowen's page. She's up to part 99 of Talliswood as of tonight.

Oh, and for the record, I'm not pissed at Ali. Never was. Just feeling sort of seven years old and pouty last night. :)