All Things Profane and Sacred

Tax is so much easier to go to when it is still light out when I walk into class. Dunno why that is. The bad news is that I had a bad tax nightmare early this morning and feel kinda tax shy. Y'see, I was dreaming that there was a serial killer on the loose. I was sleeping (yes, sleeping in my dream-I am extremely lazy) and when I 'woke up' in my dream, there was a guy sitting in the corner of the bedroom. Then he came over to my bed with a knife and I realized that it was my tax professor. I woke myself up screaming (luckily I was sleeping alone).

Whew. Either I'm seriously paranoid about this exam, or my subconsious is telling me that I need to hit the books.

I can't decide if I want my new nickname to be "Amber of the nine fingers" or "Chrome finger." I think Chrome finger is a bit scarier.

I'm typing one fingered on my right side today. It sucks, but that's what happens when you try to cut your finger off. Thanks go to the brave fireman who bandaged me and figured that I wouldn't need stiches to hold the blood on the correct side of the skin.

I'd like to shout out a big fuck you to my homies at half.com-I've been trying unsuccessfully to buy a certain book I need NOW for a few weeks. I place my order, I pay for it, I get a confimation email, and then, a week later, an email that that fucking seller backed out. No reason is given. There is no way for me to warn other buyers that the seller is a piece of shit. There is no way to contact the seller and let them know that they are a piece of shit. Fucking ridiculous.

Today I had this long involved dream about getting an elephant out of a burning house. It was one of those old victorian houses and he kept eluding me on these narrow old staircases. I'd hate to know what the interpretation of that would be.

My new favorite timewaster: Hannidate-personals for Sean Hannity fans. http://www.hannity.com/gallery/Hannidate2005/scan.

Great bonus Hannidate game! Pick out the deeply closeted gay guys!