Per regular commenter and friend Big Kahuna's urging, I recently took the How Nerdy Are You Test. My result:
I'm so curious to find out how my favorite commenters will score on the quiz!
In other news, while cleaning out a closet, I found myself with one of those Magic 8 balls that were all the rage in the '90s in hand. Of course, I decided to give it a shake. The results were, to say the very least, disenchanting. If the bloody stupid ball has its way, my future holds the following pitiful layers of pitifulness (there are a couple of stars here but, alas, the more pitiable perdictions totally eclipse them):
Outlook's not so good on my being independently wealthy and owning luxurious real estate around the world;
the ball's sources say no, I will not be a spinster;
but it also says that I'm most likely to be single for another decade;
and that I may rely on my being incredibly lonely for a very long time;
I shouldn't count on ever having kids;
but it is certain that I will win the MegaMillions lottery (this prediction made my mother, the only person I know who regularly plays the lotto, very happy and now she's trying to convince me to play this week's draw);
it is very doubtful that I will have a good time on the 19th (dear you-know-who...obviously, this magic 8 ball business is a crock of shite);
as far as having a tremendously great time in London, according to the blasted ball, it is decidedly so.
I trashed the stupidly idiotic magic 8 ball.
I need sleep.