tired

I considered calling in late to work this morning in the interest of more sleep, but my conscience doesn't really let myself do things like that when it's self inflicted. This, it turns out, was a good choice, as the other office girl called in because she's actually sick. For the sake of my tiredness and her absence, I hope it stays slow today. I got Extra Coffee, which I've concluded is significantly inferior to Extra Biscuits.

So, Goth Prom was much more fun than it had any business being. I was pleasantly surprised. Sometimes it's amazing what can happen when you give Minneapolitans (myself included) a little more of a reason to dress up and go out. Lots of people showed up, and everyone looked fabulous. I wore makeup and tall girly shoes and a dress and was complimented by strangers and probably had more fun than I would have if I'd actually bothered to go to any high school dances when I was in high school. Combining a dress that restricted movement with tall shoes, alcohol, and dancing was a special challenge for me. I think I met it admirably.

Before Goth Prom, r4c and I rehearsed our set. After several crappy starts, we eventually got down to the rocking out. (Come to our show. You know you want to. ThursdayDinkytowner9pm.) After work I have class until 10, though I doubt fatigue and a welding torch make for an entirely fantastic combination. After class I think I will promptly go home and pass out.

Taken from McSweeney's...

...and posted for djnoise who, I believe, was who introduced me to Kettle Corn (among other things):

Jolly Time Kettle Corn

Submitted by Konstantine Simakis

Imagine if popcorn blew a dope line of snow and you'll begin to understand the addictive allure of kettle corn, a fatty snack that's a lot like normal popcorn except, what the hell? It tastes like candy, and leaves you with a sugary postnasal drip. And don't even try to figure out how they get it to do that. Trust me, I've tried.

Until recently, kettle corn was a curio available only at fairs, freak shows, and other summertime special occasions—but thanks to the sticks-in-the-mud at so-called Jolly Time, now you can pop a batch of kettle corn in the microwave whenever you goddamned please. So go ahead! Stuff handfuls of it into your mouth in the middle of February! While you're at it, listen to Bing Crosby's "White Christmas" on repeat! Yeah, you're desecrating the sanctity of American seasonal tradition, but what do you care, you pinko scum?


In other news, my car died today.

How annoying.