So I was standing in the bathroom this morning putting on a little makeup. In the mirror, I spotted a mosquito on the wall behind me. Like the great white hunter I am, I spun and smacked it dead.

Hah.

However, I managed to hit the wall on what was apparently the exact place which would send the towel bar plummeting to the ground in a big crash. Now, this towel bar has been nothing but trouble since Karl the Slumlord installed it (incorrectly, I might add), so I wasn't surprised.

What was surprising was when the cat, startled out of her toilet drinking daze, yelped, splashed into the toilet, dropped a clump of fur, and rocketed out into the kitchen in a dripping, pissed off mess.

Then, on the way to work, I narrowly avoided being in the middle of a 5 car collision. This pickup truck three cars in front of me and the small sedan directly behind it all of a sudden just slammed on their brakes and swerved halfway over onto the shoulder. The car behind them and in front of me swerved into the lane to the left and I swerved onto the shoulder. The car behind me (going much too fast for how busy 394 was) had to go up onto the embankment. Luckily, no one actually hit anyone else.

Also, I've come to the realization that reading fic all night before going to bed leads to some whack-ass dreams. I was reading Xenafic last night and I feel like I spent all night dreaming about Ares and his cunning plan to both survive the Twilight and to resurrect Strife. Heh.

Last night Ru and I colored my hair back to something approximating my natural color as opposed to the various shades of medium golden brown I've been sporting the past year or so. I forget how much I like really dark hair until I have it again.

reading: aside from Point of Hopes, I started rereading Corona's AJCS slash last night.

I just went to the bathroom and was struck anew with my new hair color. I love love love it. Now if I could just get it cut. I have an appointment, but soonest I could get in with my girl was next Wednesday. I know I should just suck it up and go with someone else, but Christy had been cutting my hair (not counting the year I was in Florida) since early 2001. I got my first haircut from her about 2 weeks after she started at the downtown Aveda salon and I've yet to get a bad cut from her.

I just finished up 32oz of club soda. The fountain at the lunch room here has the option for just soda instead of mixing it with any of the syrups. Mmmmmm...

In other news, I am feeling creative in a strange way. I've been having the urge lately to write porny, porny slash. My problem has been trying to work it into my existing stories/series. None of them are really at the point where dirty boysex is quite happening yet. I may have to jump ahead with Stan/Casey and write some drunken, rooftop Prom!Sex.

So I'm listening to Satellite Rides, the Old 97's CD. I really love the song 'Weightless' except everytime I hear it, it makes me want to hit something because of this concept:

"An awful lot like outer space
Where everything is weightless, yeah
Even heavy things are weightless, yeah
Don't take up any space at all."

It bothers me way more than it should that Rhett Miller doesn't bother to differentiate between things which are heavy (using weight as a measure) and things which are massive (using space as a measure) take up a lot of space (using volume as a measure). They really aren't the same thing at all and maybe I should stop reading things like The Elegant Universe as pleasure reading.

*edited to fix stupid elementary physics mistake.