Mood: Tired

I finally received my very very late copy of Harry Potter from Chapters. They did not, however, send me my free gift card. They shall be hearing some very terse words from my sister on behalf of me, because I do not like being involved in conflict and Chelle can sound so much more wrathy than I. (Or it's very likely I'll forget about it all in two days time and will have to make do with just scowling at the memory of aforementioned M.I.A. gift card when I happen to finally remember it many months from now. DAMN YOUR NEFARIOUS SCHEMES, CHAPTERS!)

I actually managed to get down to Klondike Days this year. James-kun and I booked it down to the fair grounds on opening day, so that was like a blast to the past since the last time I went to K-Days was probably when I was twelve or something. Shawn Desman played that night so we made the mistake of sitting through (almost. . .give or take half an hour that we skipped away to buy hot dogs and mooch free samples of Pimp Juice) two whole opening acts which were entirely too long and too boring, and really, Desman himself is definitely not worth it because R&B music sucks balls unless it's in a bar and you're dancing to it. Dancing really isn't much of an option when you're standing on a bleacher among hundreds of other people who are also not dancing. In any event, however, we did the stupidly fun K-Days thing: we listened to the Shawn and won-ed the tacky stuffed toys and we eat-ed the mini donuts; I spent entirely too much money trying to win a giant plush frog but failed very horribly; and we bonded with the cute carny at the rubber duck game and I scored two stuffed lobsters.

On the request of Jenny and assorted Lau's trapped carless in downtown Edmonton this evening, I played detective and scoped out a possible burglary at their house that the alarm company called them about. Actually, not so much detectiving as driving past at a brisk but steady speed with my doors locked and windows rolled up as I checked if I could see any busted doors or broken windows, all the while glancing in my rearview mirror and around my moving car to make sure angry thieves and/or rival mafia thugs weren't waiting to sniper my nosey civilian ass. It was very brave of me, I thought. . .although upon reflection next time I go undercover I think I want someone big and burly to come with along with me.

I want more Oreo ice cream. . .mmm. . . At work, Jason threw me an ice cream sandwich as he was leaving, and it was like, OMFG, TINY ICE CREAM SANDWICH OF TASTY JOY FLYING AT YOUR FACE, YEAH! I don't remember the last time I've gorged on this much ice cream in the last five years. It's seriously getting in the way of my daily chocolate intake.

My tablet isn't working properly. . .the pressure sensitive pen just keeps acting like a mouse and not at all. . .pressure sensitivey like it's supposed to. I finally get Photoshop back where I can use my tablet and now it won't work. WHY DOES EVERYTHING I BUY BREAK BEFORE I EVEN GET TO USE IT?! *Sobs*

ACK, MUST LEAVE NOW FOR LLAMA'S HOUSE! *Vanishes*