PROCRASTINATORS UNITE - Sanity, Stanhope, and the Vampires

This particular day/night cycle has been strange for me. I wake up at around... oh.. 5PM. Just in time for dinner. I don't even remember what it was now, but meh. I eat dinner, chat with my parents ('cause they think I'm deficient in some way just because I can't lock in a solid circadian rhythm), and go back to my room. I listen to freshly-torrented Doug Stanhope, who amuses me greatly (and is, seriously, the heir to Bill Hick's throne. Go ahead and sue his estate, Doug, I'll be rootin' for ya), while MUSHing, trying to learn to juggle three characters over two worlds at once. I think I'm finally getting it. I'm also torrenting down all 11 seasons of M*A*S*H (I'll have the first three done when I get home, with 4 about a third of the way done). The downside to that is, I can't play my awesome, recently-gifted games, all of which came to my in an Orange Box. They make the Torrent go "Oh, bugger, not enough memory to move the stuff," and stop dead in its tracks. This particular torrent will probably take the longest of any I've done; at least another week. Minimum. Yeah, it's pretty damn big. But I digress. Where was I.. oh. Anyway, around 11pm, My mom comes back, and, in that "I'm angry at you, but not enough to yell" voice, she tells me I need to go to bed. You woke me up seven hours ago, and you're telling me to go to bed? Incredible logic. Of course, I ignore the advice (which I'm now paying for), and stay up all night. Come wake-up time, I pull myself out of bed, check the weather outside, determine that it's just cold enough for my not-very-shiny new oilskin duster, and head out the door to take Steven to TCC so he can figure out just wtf to do. We get there, I piss about for an hour and change, and then skitter off to work. In.. two hours, I leave work, and go over to the blood bank for a double-draw. They're gonna suck two pints worth of packed red blood cells outta my arm, and replace it with a standard-medical-issue saline mix. The theory is I'll be more hydrated going out than I was coming in. Which is a good thing. Then I'll go home, waste some time, and then pass out shortly after my gal pal comes home from work at 9 pm (she keeps wierd hours). With luck, I'll wake up, go in to work for the morning, then, after work, go to the Gold's Gym that's right there for about an hour; full-body workout, plus cardio. Come home, do various things, and then pass out again. Tomorrow should become more or less my standard issue workday. Though I do need to find my elusive Work Shirt and make sure it's clean.

Um.. what else..
Oh. Played through Portal. Fun. Love the end song. Actually, love anything by Jonathan Coulton. That man is epic win.

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