devil went down to coventry

so, it's official: i'm in hell. the devil-machine aka the lottery showed up yesterday. we spent an hour and a half activating lots and figuring out how to punch in a Pick 3. the rest of the day was spent in agony over how to make secure this un-make-securable panopoly of tickets, betting sheets and other ohio lottery paraphanalia. then there's the policies and procedures which must be strictly adhered to like don't sell tickets of any kind to folks under 18 or that megamillions tickets cannot be cancelled.

it's a chaos i would have gladly avoided. i'd rather sell porn starring me than do this. but since any sex i have is purely imaginative at this point, i guess i'm catering to gambling addicts and porn addicts now. lucky me, i get to be in charge of lottery stuff because i sold scratchoffs at one job 7 years ago. i get a raise but now i have to write an opening and closing procedure, keep track of paperwork involving it, train everybody on proper procedure (like don't take credit cards or checks as payment for tickets), etc. yay for responsibility. blegh.

it's great that i'm thought of as the responsible one but i know that some days i feel like saying bugger responsibility! i don't want to do a goddamn thing!

now i shall whine and pout like the big baby i am. suck it up!

BORED!!!!

well, kinda not really but i'm more annoyed that i have to think of something to do.

it's 1am and i don't want to knit and i've hit a snag on my container house project (google sketchup is pissing me off and i can't figure out the physics of this foldaway couch i want to create) and i watched all the movies i have and i don't want to get into unpacking anything because i will have to *finish* unpacking it and find places for all the stuff that was previously very happy in a box.

so...i'm bored. and harrassing you fine readers with this fact. sorry i haven't written anything of late but nothing much has happened since...ummm...last tuesday. except crying and cats throwing up. which aren't particularily notable in any circumstance. i heard today that owen wilson tried to kill himself? is that true? can anyone fill me in? or do i have to google it myself?

on the up side, my boitoi called me (yay!) and we discussed many of the above subjects. he wants to have a venture bros birthday party. maybe i should buy him a speedsuit *snarfle!* he bears a striking resemblance to dr. venture but isn't a jackass most days. nor does he have a giant compound left to him by his superscientist father. i have to find a jackie o suit and be dr. girlfriend for his party. or is it dr. fiancee now? no, wait, she and the monarch got married...are they going to call her dr. wife?

on that note, i will leave you all to ponder.

p.s.-the subject line of this installment must be read in the voice of the mummy the aqua teen hunger force found in their crawlspace. if you don't know what i'm talking about, you should get out of the cave and go watch some tv. now.