Mood: Hiding from productive time management.

I'm posting for no other particular reason than killing time before I stop procrastinating and force myself to resume work on my writing. My brain has been setting up large, intimidating road blocks piled with bricks and cement in my head lately. Creative output is not high right now. Everyone says that you should keep writing even if what's coming out sucks though, and worry about fixing it later. Blah.

Whoop whoop, got our biannual review at work on Sunday they gave me another fifty cent raise. Up to the big $10.00 dollar now, that's double digits and THAT'S exciting. I've been avoiding the subject like a plague of locuts among coworkers though because apparently the tiny boss man was extra stingy and gave very few people raises this time around, and the last thing I need is for angry mobs of cashiers to come down flaming my ass about why I got one and they didn't. BUGGER ALL TO YOU, SUCKERS. More money for my room, la la la.

Speaking of which, my dad is displaying less enthusiasm about bedroom paint then he properly should be, especially since this upcoming Sunday is IKEA day when I pick up my new furniture and it only makes sense to have the paint before then. *After breakfast* "Are we going to get paint for my bedroom?" "No," *Working on the computer* "How you feeling about that paint now?" "No," *Preparing lunch* "While we're up and about, how about some paint?" "No," *Yelling through the bathroom door* "I don't know about you, BUT I SURE COULD USE SOME PAINT." "NO," *Pastes a yellow sticky post-it note on his forehead* "PAAAAAINT?" "Go away. . ."

I just found out that my uncle is dating Brad Anderson's mom. That's bordering on the side of weird with a serving of awkward. He's a guy that I went to school with, not really on good or bad terms, but never hung out with at all. If this goes on, Brad could suddenly start showing up at Christmas tree decorating night and Boxing Day dinner. If my uncle married his mom, we'd be. . .cousins. . .once removed. . .or something. Weird.

I guess I should go back to my writing. . . *Shifty eyes*

No, wait! Quizzes will take up more time!

That's it, I've run out of things to waste time with.