Mopped, now Trapped

I mopped myself into the nerd room.  All that I can think of to do is blog.  I've tweeted, facebooked, used the litter box, and I'm pretty much out of options.  Kinda thirsty.  Maybe I'll send Oli to get me a drink.  The floor is lava.  I'm too old to pretend the floor is lava.  I'll just pretend I just mopped the floor and don't want to step on it or I'll have to mop again.

I got my hair did yesterday.  I say it like that bc it makes me cooler.  I know it doesn't really, but I keep telling myself that.  It's going back blonde. I would've done it myself but it seemed like it would be more fun to have a complete stranger do it for over $100.  And I was right.  4 hours later, $120 poorer my hair is SLIGHTLY blonder.  Awesome.   Red is too hard to keep up, blonde is simple.  And I really could use some simplicity right now.

All the windows that are openable are open.  It's windy, FREE AIR CONDITIONING!

I'm on Daniel's computer.  His camera is looking right at me.  It's making me paranoid.  How do I know its not filming? How many times did I fart then check to make sure it was dry? Oh geez, how many times have a scratched my boob.  Is this considered porn? I'm confused.  I'm turning it away.  Ok I feel better. Yea, film the wall bitch.  How do u like me now?! Listening to the clickity clicks of the keyboard as I talk shit about u.  Yea. I may have just picked a booger and hidden it somewhere on Daniels precious computing station, but you don't know that, bc u can't see me.  Neener Neener.

Seriously, can someone take my kid.  Just for a little while.  He won't stop talking.  WHY do you think I'm quiet? BC I'm the only one in this house who knows how to be quiet.  "Why aren't you talking?" BC I WANTED A BIT OF SILENCE.

OK. so some black guy just drove by and picked up the metal pieces of junk that were on the side of the road.  Daniel broke a desk and he went thru it and took anything metal out of the pile and drove off.  I bet he's making a robot.  Recycled Robot.  Scary.

sip sip, ah.  root beer.

Ok.  I think I'm out of things to ramble about.  So, I'm gonna go play with my kitty in bed.  Who knows when I'm done, I may find Pip and play with him a bit too.