To rephrase: Bad Phones. Static Bad. Type Clear. Talk Static. No Phone. Internet.

*sighs again* Yeah, feeling a bit stressed now. Caleb's getting up too, he'll be on his way to the airport in about three hours. Any time you guys head out here... yeah. If you do call, I likely won't be able to understand most of what you say but I will assume you're calling to tell me you're on your way. I'm so very not kidding about the static. *shrugs*

I'm trying to figure out some way to get my check cashed today with the banks closed; I'd like to be able to stop at a nutrition center and one of the art stores on the way home, plus there's a couple things I had hoped to get people for Christmas... just small stuff, but it does matter to me.

Oh, and there are goth m&ms. I suspect I've already pointed this out but I'm stating it again. *poing* Goth candy, goth candy! *gets quite un-goth-ly excited*

Ehh, maybe we can give Candice a ride too, so you guys can semi-sorta get to know her.

*poings off, craving shampoo she's not allergic to, chocolate that everyone around her can eat too, poings and eeps and friends she hasn't seen in days and days*