Moody Meow

I think you all know of my obsession with crap-tastic little plastic toys. I don’t know what it is that drives me, but the cuter the better. So last night at Uberbot (my local crack-house for goodies) they were having a Dunny Series 3 trading party. I got an e-mail stating as much, but I just wanted to grab a few for myself. I’m not into the whole trading thing. It seems a little cultish. D and I arrived to find tons of people with bags of little opened Duny boxes and shining silver wrappes. Some of them bought whole boxes (that would be 30 to a box) and were sifting through the Dunnys, looking for the rarest ones. I had a case of the “holyshitthisiswierdIgottagetoutofhere” and ran to the register to pay for my measly 5 little boxes. When I got into the car I opened all of the boxes. I lucked out. Not only did I get the Tokidoki Dunny, the Crash Test Dunny (and I laughed my ass off when I found that one - it epitomized my cheesy sense of humor), the little black monster Dunny, and the Robber Dunny…but I also got the rarest one. The sad thing is, I don’t like it much. I was thinking of returning it to the store and getting credit, because I know some lunatic wants it. I have the damnest luck with those thing. Oh well. It pays to keep your sanity with those kinds of things.

I am heading out for Chicago later this afternoon. The good news? Tali has everything arranged. The bad news? I started my damn period and now it feels like my uterus is in a vice. I hate cramps!! I am very much looking forward to seeing Cat and B, but I am ready for the move to be done. Then I can relax a little.

I didn’t run this morning as I had planned. Apparently D “woke” me up, and I told him I didn’t have any socks. I don’t remember him waking me up at all, but I felt very rested. So, at least I got a longer sleep…that’s something..

The posts from the road will be scarce….wish us luck!