There was a little girl in front of us who suddenly burst into tears and ran off before the show started. Her grandparents had to chase after her while her mother was there with the other children. Lol, I hate kids.

The show started with horrible dancing from the assistants, then a few lame tricks, and the only redemption was that there were birds. And what would prove to be the highlight of it for me was when a Cockatoo pooped on stage after it had circled the showroom. Some typical stunts and really bad jokes which made a woman behind me cackle. Seriously, cackle. Like a witch! Her laugh was great. I’m not all too impressed with disappearing illusions but there was one that I did enjoy; Brett took a guy from the audience (whose name was Sei? That’s a nice name :3) and made him disappear until the next illusion where he tried explaining how things worked from behind and showed us a woman getting into a box and then turned into the guy. Then some slight of hand that made me yawn, and you could see him tuck his thumb in too anyway. Then another illusion where he randomly popped up to my section, wtf how’d he get there. And the finale illusion was with a motorbike, that managed to go from the stage to an outlet booth up top.

The assistants annoyed me. I thought that they were local girls hired for the show’s running dates this summer but when he talked it gave the impression that they’re his girls. So if they’ve been with him for more than a year then I’m surprised at how unsynchronized and messy their dancing was. The lighting was also bothersome. I can handle some lights but there were two distinct times that the lights were facing directly at the audience and made me wince.

Somewhen there was also a disco ball and it was difficult for me to pay attention to the stage because disco balls are very fascinating.

The love of my life is this 40 lb Parson Russell Terrier by the name of Cupid. I love him entirely too much. From the moment he was born and I saw those lovely brown eyes of his, my heart has belonged to him. I put every ounce of emotion into this animal, however unhealthy that may be. He soothes my soul and I would be a much angrier person without him.

Today, July 3rd, is his 4th birthday. Happy birthday, my fluffy little love.

And to his siblings too! Happy birthday Cupid has 10 siblings, 4 of which I still keep along with their mother, Venus.

The first picture is konnyaku which was boiled in beef stock, sautéed leeks, scrambled egg and rice noodles. Second is chicken and leeks seasoned with garlic powder and soy sauce, wrapped in yuba, and then fried; the egg was left over from when I tried to seal the yuba. The sauce you see in the picture is a Mizkan’s dumpling sauce. I hated the sauce at first but enjoy it now.

Funny thing with this is that I had decided on Enotch because they had a special price if one were to pay yearly. It would knock off a few bucks that would otherwise be spent if the plan was monthly. For some reason, perhaps as a premonition, I was not billed yearly, even after I had inquired about it.

After logging into my cPanel and WebHostManager for the first time, I noticed my WHM was missing every single feature. I disregarded it as a fluke, sent in my support ticket, was answered nicely, everything became fine. After that, other features in my cPanel would randomly disappear and have to be restored. It was a hassle.

One month with them had passed and then something went horribly horribly wrong. Enotch was DDoS’d to the extent that it kicked the servers offline and corrupted disks. My site was down for a long time, and then even longer because Enotch had to restore data, and then longer again because Reseller accounts were not first priority in being restored. For me, who only has a dinky little personal site without much traffic, this didn’t matter so much. I can’t imagine how much valuable time and business those who were on Dedicated servers and VPSs lost.

Enotch updated about the disk restores via Twitter. Going to Twitter was a poor decision for Enotch because whoever was twittering fed into the people provoking Enotch. Such as this gem here. I don’t care that the person who instigated was not an Enotch customer. The fact that Enotch acknowledged that person’s pettiness made me feel uncomfortable. And it was from then on that I viewed Enotch as highly unprofessional, as if being so vulnerable to a DDoS attack wasn’t incriminating enough as it were.

I had some DNS issues after my account was restored. I sent in a support ticket and was displeased with how they were handling my situation. I had some missing C names or whatever and, quite earnestly, needed more help than just Google. I felt like I was being indirectly told that because I had access to fix it, that I should fix the issue myself. I was guided a little, but was more or less stuck staring at DNS zones in completely bafflement of how I should proceed. I was done with Enotch at that point and began shopping for a new host.

I requested account termination in March 2010. I am still getting late payment invoices today.

I’ve gone from nocturnality to a polyphasic sleep pattern to.. I honestly have no clue now! I sleep when I’m tired, wake up whenever I wake up. I feel that this was an unfortunate choice because I really do like polyphasic sleep. I found that because I had more waking hours, the strain on my eyes was too much. I don’t doubt that it affected my vision for the worse.

I lost my clutch of eggs to mold. I’m indescribably saddened by this.

I can’t find my mascara.

LimeCrime has a 25% off coupon code today and I don’t know if I should buy a Styletto back up.

I’ve been in a bad mood for what seems like almost a month now. I had initially attributed it to PMS but the bad mood has stayed with me all this time. What to do..

I am absolutely dissatisfied with everything lately.