I'm... really out of it. I need to finish something. A book, a log, a thread, hell, finishing a thought would be nice. I'm just. So, so out of it. I can't think at all.

Making icons, though. Or finding new ones. This one's Jarhead, which I never reviewed but it's an excellent movie; I ended up buying the book but I can't start it until I finish one. (I really need to finish Dharma Bums so I can take it back to the library.) I'm finding a bunch of Closer icons; trying to replace some of my older ones with things I love now.

The blazer/hoodie I got? Is eerily like what Loki wears in Dogma. I'd do the angel of death if he looked like Matt Damon, for serious.

Um, found out that the empty imps I've been expecting haven't even been mailed yet; the lady's sending them tomorrow, so hopefully they'll be here by the time I leave for NYC. Which, by the way: EIGHT DAYS OMG. I got my train tickets in the mail Monday; Julia and I shouldn't even have to check our luggage, hopefully. (One suitcase apiece, plus a backpack each. Purses don't count in carryon, so I think we'll be okay.) I'm nervous, a little; I've never been on a train before. Only subways. Nervous but excited.

Today I went out with my little brother and his best friend to smoke a blunt. George rolled a very tight, very sweet little honey blunt, and we clammed his car, and it was very nice and I got very very stoned. My brother and his friends are good people, and it's really nice to be able to relax with chill people.

Also today, my father's friend wrecked out van. So we're working out of a rented minivan for the beginning of kettle season, or until the van can get repaired, at least. Am I the only one who wouldn't feel safe riding in a van that's been hit twice? Bleh.

Have to work in the morning. Note to self, get a gift bag from the Hallmark room. Also note to self, you're a douchebag, go to sleep earlier, you fool.