If we’re going to get a case of wrong-number drunken dialing at 2:30 in the A-bloody-M, it might as well be on the night I’m up until 6:00, no?

*ring!* *ring!*

Me: *checking caller ID, it’s a wireless number* Hello?

Him: *mumble mumble* (something that sounds like) Brian?

Me: Who?

Him: Um, (something that sounds a bit more like) Brian?

Me: I think you have a wrong number, sorry.

Him: *mumble*

*click*

I waited a few seconds to see if he’d call back, but… well, maybe he really did dial the number correctly the second time. And as I stood there in the kitchen I thought, “Ah! I have posting material now!” Yeah, I’ve been at this too long.

It hit me in this past half hour… I’m really starting to feel the exhaustion. Luckily the Blogathon group remailer and a very kind comment left here are all encouragement to keep going. Ninety more minutes, that’s all it takes.

Oh, and the X TV series? It’s very pretty-looking so far, but I’m not sure if I’m going to like it. We’ll see… but not tonight. Clearly watching subtitled anime is not the right idea at this hour. Some other time perhaps.

Speaking of which… see you in half an hour for the Final Hour Timecheck. Huzzah!

Dawn wants the auburn-colored bunny, but can’t have it ’cause she lacks space for another rabbit. Even if it is cuter than hers.

Mari wants one of the bunny-babies, ’cause they’re cuter than all get-out. Sadly, her existing resident pets would see her new pet as a potential light snack. Ah well. Cats and bunnies don’t necessarily mix, now do they?

Me, I don’t want any of them. They make my nose itch, and they smell funny. They are absolutely adorable, though. Especially that gray one with the long hair and the white paw. Le sigh.

Greetings from not-yet-sunny Portland, Oregon where it’s 58-F outside with a good chance of hitting something in the mid-80s by some time in the afternoon. Or late morning, for that matter. I’ve mentioned before how I feel about summer, but that’s not really pertinent here and now.

This entry commences my Blogathon participation for 2003, my first ever. For the next 24 hours I will post at least one entry during every half-hour timeslot. Yes, I really will. If I managed to wake up this morning to start, I can stay up long enough to finish.

Let the fun and games commence. Welcome to the Blogathon.

(Cute, cuddly bunny pictures to follow in the next half-hour’s posting. Be patient, folks.)

So Mari dropped by (that’s why she called, see?) to see how I was getting along with this ‘thon thingie. That, and to see bunnies. And hold bunnies. And have bunnies claw her. And gasp as bunnies leaped off of her. And wish she could take a bunny home with her. And call Doug to ask if she could have a bunny. (He said no.)

She also tried playing a bit of Age of Mythology (you thought I was the one playing, didn’t you?) to see what kind of game Geoffrey’s been raving about all this time. She wasn’t impressed. Too much scrolling and what-not.

For additional fun, she put combs and crimpy-things in my hair. (Neat trick given my hair, wouldn’t you say?) She’s getting into the hair-braiding thing, and spent part of her time organizing some of her newly-acquired supplies.

As she was at the point of deciding to go grab some grub and head over to Lil’ and Geoffrey’s… she found that she’d locked her keys in her car. After setting a world record for jimmying her car door with a bent coat-hanger, she finally jetted off for her next rendezvous.

Thanks for stopping by, Mari! It’s never dull with you around… and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Wendi has fed me breakfast, I’ve posted bunny pictures (though more will come, have no fear), and now I think I’m going to take a Very Quick Shower. Yeah, I feel kinda grungy. The hot spray on my sunburned bits should be invigorating, wouldn’t you say?

When I get back, I’ll commence with the… settling in for 22 more hours of this. Yeah, that’s my grand plan for the Blogathon. I think big, y’all.