wasted ink

i'm watching my printer struggle to print 20 some-odd copies of full colour blasted handout for my speech. i gues si'm lucky that i didn't have to present yesterday after all, because i probably would hvae been marked really low for not having a handout. it's cheesy, and i hate it, but at least it's in colour.

i'm trying to patch together my dis-jointed life this mroning after i slept longer than antisipated. i'm rushing through assignments and truly glad the manager wanted me to work the evening shift instead, although i didn't get as much free time. maybe if i went to bed earlier, i would sleep so late.

well it's offical, i'm mad at my hamster. niles bit me so hard, that when i pulled my hand away, he stayed firmly clamped to my hand. when he finally let go, i was left sitting there, tyring not to cry in front of my boyfriend and his brother. that little hamster, small enoguh to fit inside the palm of my hand not only drew blood, but took a chunk of skin with hm. he's a viscious little sihjmiester!

so, he's being punished. i put him in the other cage, put somehtign heavy on the lid, and hope he's happy that i think he's evil now. probably is. probably hated living with daphne anyway. he's a widdle baftahad halfelven! ;-)

that's all for now, gotta practice this stupid speech.