I was awfully moody most of the day. I just wasn't much fun at all, and I hated working. I resented everything the moment I woke up. Since I got some pretty decent sleep time (I'm assuming... I don't remember waking up or it taking more than 20 minutes to fall asleep, although that feels like a long time at the time), I'm not sure why I was so disgruntled. Maybe tomorrow will be better.

The HOH MySpace has shot up astronomically. It's been up for less than 2 days and has nearly 100 members. Many I have never seen before, but that's fine, fine, fine.

I had a good Cthulhu game, which was good, 'cause I was in no mood at first. Michael is right; we really may take a little while getting into it, but once we're there, we're awfully good.

Now for some Lost and reluctant sleep (just reluctant 'cause I gotta get up).

All in all, not a bad day, just sorta... sorta.

All these bands keep asking me to add them to my MySpace friends list.

I feel so special. They may have 7,234 other friends, but they took the time to request my friendship.

I am loved.

...

You must obey the extended network.

MySpace makes me want to break things sometimes. I see bulletin after bulletin of "Omigod, this 14-year-old girl was killed 'cause of MySpace," and "The cops are using MySpace to find underage drinkers!" and "Check out how if you follow this bizarre sequence of numbers, it proves 9/11 was planned in advance 200 decades ago by elves..."

It's a huge old chainletter, and people just blindly forward it.