Being witty is overrated.

I worked this weekend.

All weekend.

And let me tell you, seventeen hours of the crazy? By Sunday night I was ready to start throwing books at people who dared look me in the eye. And not fluffy stuff, either. I'm talking Mitchner.

Oh, where shall we begin? The THREE porn orders I had to do before ten o'clock on Saturday morning? (If you need gay porn- or indeed any porn- at nine thirty a.m., please have the decency to download it. I don't need to deal with you.)

Or reading the ENTIRE 34 track listing of some random Elvis CD to an old woman over the phone?

Or the person who told me they didnt' like the way we rearranged the store? (It's been the same since I started fifteen months ago.)

Or perhaps the woman who yelled at me because we didn't have a sufficient selection of bar mitzvah cards? (I'm sorry, my name is Kathleen and I have curly red hair. I don't feel your pain.)

I think the porn bugged the most. Definitely.



Then I got home, and Colleen had gone shopping. And I clearly wanted to go shopping too. So I took my trusty debit card (okay, it's real money, but you don't see it, so it feels better), and went to Kohls. Found some lovely tops, but can I comment for a moment on this fall's fashion only thing you can find trend, the baby doll/empire-waisted look?

First, I'm not complaining. Those of us who have huge boobs and no waist are more than happy to usher the Regency era back in and about time too!

However, it does have the tendency to make one look, just slightly, enceintes. Somewhere, there is a poor knocked up teenager who is SO THANKFUL that she chose this year to screw up, because her parents won't be able to tell until May.

Oh, and Dumbledore's gay and there's a new Sweeney Todd trailer that I can't find the link to. But it's good.

Oh Lord is it good.

About the Dumbledore thing, eh. I'm kind of pissed that she's changing things now, *months* after the final book came out and we've all had time to formulate opinions and feelings. But I am equally as happy that this happened after everyone has their book and don't feel the need to let me know how they feel while they're annoying the hell out of me at work.

Again, customer service is amazing, right?

I is planning revenge. Awww.

Egypt test tomorrow. I'd appreciate it if you all would offer sacrificial lambs, because I'm pretty sure praying's not enough. Instead of studying last night? I watched Secrets of Egypt's Lost Queen on the Discovery Channel. With who has to be the prettiest historian ever (My dad: "That's because you don't have your degree yet." Sure it is.) who has time to reapply lipstick while hunting for Hapshepshut. It's kind of the same thing.