rachel's cabin: two incarnations of the s.s. s.a.r.s. complete with a water-retaining sword, a pirate flag (which was really more tyler's cape than anything else), and a bunch of fun noodles. i was thisclose to stepping on them fishies. and on the long journey home, i got to sing along to the rent soundtrack with a guy. correction, with my boyfriend. the concept which, if you look at it objectively, just seems pretty fucking awesome. but maybe that's just because i would have never dreamed of singing along to *anything,* much less a musical about aids, with colin. sometimes, pleasantly surprising stuff like that just has to happen to remind me what a different relationship situation i'm in. i guess three years in the same place makes being given the opporunity to sing a couple cheesy duets seem like heaven. but oh well, this is my head we're talking about, it's not supposed to make sense.

also... after waiting a little over a week (in business days) for the infamous (and absent) shirts, i found out today through the site's faq that all clothing is made to order, a process which takes 9-12 business days. and so i have learned that instead of wasting anticipation on arrival all week, i should have probably limited my anticipation to cheering on the general existence of these purchased items. so, according to my wicked math (and calendar browsing) skills, alan's t-shirt and my hoody thing which proudly proclaim "what the world needs more of is science" should arrive... sometime next week. or never. never is always possible.

and now, it is that time: the time to stop snacking on the frosted mini wheats i raided from the kitchen, brush my teeth, and go to bed... for there is much to be done later today, and many items just crying out to be blown up. listen... can you hear them?