The. Last. Hour. Time is moving very slow right now. I've decided I don't like Excel and all of it's evil relatives. It's been pissing me off all day. But maybe if my mind had actually been paying attention to the task, rather than thinking about assorted other things, like what I'm wearing this weekend, when I can go and see AoTC again, or when the best time to color my hair tomorrow would be, I'd have that Excel bitch mastered.

I've also been considering taking the comments down. They seem kind of dumb right now. Especially since there really aren't any. First I put that comment crap here on bloglin. What's next? My wishlist? A webcam? Good Lord. Why don't I just start listening to creed and shopping at wal-mart.