Hurley, Meet Sparrow

Apparently my ability to remain calm on the outside despite mild freakouts concerning my schedule on the inside is not as easy as it seems. One of my regular standing room peeps once mentioned how she could tell I was stressed by the way I chewed my gum at the game; I can add grinding my teeth to that list. I think I've always done this, but I guess the thought in the back of my mind of working an insane number of days in a row again - this isn't holiday season in retail, is it? - just makes its presence known. Blah.

Good news: I'm using my very own, brand-new computer. It's exciting. It's quiet. It's fast. It's a brand name. It's mine. It has AIM installed on it within the first five minutes of having it on. haha. Now I just have to reload everything and start from scratch. I wonder in what spare time I will accomplish the list of things I still have to do to this computer to make it really mine. Hmmmm.

If I weren't an honest thief, I would go back to a Lansing area movie theatre and steal a Capt Jack thing. But I couldn't get away with it. Rats. Speaking of Capt. Jack, I have named my computer Sparrow, because I didn't feel right calling it Hurley and I thought it needed something more than just a plain Jack. So this way, it represents one of my Jacks and symbolically accounts for all of them. Such deep thought, weird, eh?

Now it's time to Walk the Line. It's good to be back even though I know very few people actually missed my presence online.