The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

*bashes head into wall* My slush fund account isn't balancing. There's about $50 more in there than there should be - actually, it's about $120 more, but I found out where $70 of that is from - CDJapan isn't charging me for shipments, for reasons I can't quite fathom. Sure, it's nice to have more money than you should, but I want to know where it came from! It's somewhere in the last two weeks, too - prior to that, everything was happy. So! Frustrating!

Hmmm...two hours before I have to go to bed. I wasted most of the afternoon with a crappy generic modern fantasy novel that Frank hoisted off on me. Bleh - sometimes, the man has remarkable taste. Other times...not so much. Actually, all the books he's given to me this year have been pretty damn bad.

No PARF for me this weekend - it Was Decreed that there shall be FamilyCrap(tm) this weekend, which incidentally lets me spend time with Erik, too. That's always nice. Other than being really, really sore, he's surviving the advanced bike school remarkably well. He looks much less like the sole survivor of a train wreck than he did after the basic school - he bore a marked resemblance to hamburger then.

However, FamilyCrap(tm) requires driving 2.5 hours down to the family's house, which pains me, because in the past 24 hours the price of gas has leaped over thirty cents a gallon, making premium cross the Painfully Nasty $3.00 threshold. Ouch. Maybe if I stop and get gas every other day it'll hurt less. I don't think I can stand to put $30 or more in gas in my car at one time. And I get 36MPG!

I shall make myself feel better by taunting the jerks in fake Hummers and big trucks that aren't ever used for truck-things.

Damn but I'm moody lately! Apologies for spewing it all over the place here - it's that or go apeshit on Fu-Master or Buck, something I've been dangerously close to doing this week.

I shall bring Swashbuckling Adventures (or possibly Jane Austen, or other period dramas, or maybe Neverwhere - or all of them!) on DVD with me down to the family house, take over my mother's kitchen and make dozens and dozens of cookies, admire the remodeling of the bathroom, now almost complete, and eat food grilled on Terry's new grill. Oh - and finally bring that nice bottle of red down for Keith. His birthday was only two months ago...And should I bring the Sharp Rock Sauvignon Blanc or the Chamois Blanc down for mom? Hmmm...