Whine Whine Blah Blah Blah

You know how in The Tommyknockers that main chick (whose name I forget because I didn't read the whole thing and I was onlly like fourteen when I did read it) who somehow manages to hook her brain up to a generator run on batteries and telepathically write her novels while she sleeps? I wish I could do that.I thought of a bunch of things I wanted to write about today when I was at work, laminating VIP passes (such excitement! Actually it was kind of like a neat lesson in meditational occuption therapy), and on my way back to the bus and on the bus on the way home. Then I thought of more stuff when I got home and realized I was out of soda and went to buy some more. Then I came home and turned on the tv and went oooooo..... Star Trek marathon. And then I "made" dinner (microwaving counts as cooking in the new millenium, yes?) Then I read wwdn and the article about it and now it's like 10 and I am so freakishly tired that I must go to sleep or else risk throwing a tantrum at work tomorrow (either of the jobs I am currently employed at). Also, there is something thought-sucky about a blinking cursor that makes all the neato writey thoughts in your head disappear. I'm still looking into Blogger. That is what I meant to do First when I got home. For now, I sleep. Yet another whiny post from me. Do you think I'd still be me if I went a day without complaining at least a little bit? No, wait. Don't answer that.