I did the laundry and grocery shopped and finished off the St. Pat's grocery list (except for the barbecue and liquor which are Mr. H's job, in theory). Not really motivated to do it though. Just sheer force of will.

It's a very large mountain poking through solid cloud cover.

That's awesome.

I really like Sean's ephemeris.

sumi, he's seeing someone.

Yes folks, Cindy will be headlining all week. Try the veal. And don't forget to tip your waitress...

That's awesome.

It gets like that every winter. We keep saying we need to go up to the ski resorts so we can remember what the sun looks like.

We keep saying we need to go up to the ski resorts so we can remember what the sun looks like.

I'd love to go up to the mountain and just look out at an "ocean" of clouds below me.

I used to live on a hill in Noe Valley in San Francisco. Once that happened there - there was thick fog/clouds starting about 20 feet below our apartment. I felt like we were on an island.

We still have morals ethics Hec,

Ah, nice to know I'm the default "in lieu of."

Also? I'm now bleeding. Apparently it's that time of the month again to give myself a file folder cut. Okay, I don't do that monthly. More like tri-annually. So it's more like a holiday. With more pain and blood than I usually have on a holiday. Excepting, of course, Ballpeen Smacking Day. Now there's a holiday. What was I talking about?

What was I talking about?

You lost me at Balpeen Smacking. Now I'm off in a dream land. Where the smacking o' the balpeen shall commence.

I watched the new BBC Doctor Who tonight, and we are figuring out logistics to attend a Potential Home Buyer's seminar. Whee, married life is grand!

Seriously.

Seriously.

You're shitting me. Here I thought you were just miserable.

eta: I snark with love.

Aw,Hec, you're nobody's sloppy seconds...although you are making me regret comparing you to Jim Jones... You know Bitches could ever be your chick pit...if musical knowledge is not a prereq.

I came home tonight after work and the The head honcho from the cathedral across the way, Rev. Jim (Taxi jokes...) Z. was parked in front of my house, waiting for the police.

It seems while parked there, someone rear ended his white Voyager van and took off. So far no witnesses.

The police have a couple of leads, though. The red paint left on the white van, for one.

Oh, and the front license plate and bracket that fell off the red car that rammed the van.

Me to cop, "Nice of them to leave their plate."

Cop smiles, "Yep, real handy."

Gronk.

I'm actually vaguely on schedule with my schedule with this week. I'll probably end up having to do some work over spring break, but nowhere near as much as I'd expected. The big change was that I'd expected to spend at least two hours fixing LaTeX code, but the thing actually compiled (or whatever the word is -- compiled seems wrong in this context) on the first try. There were some things I needed to fix up, and places where symbols were being weird, but last time, I had about 40 errors to fix before I could get anything resembling what it was supposed to be.

So, tomorrow, I need to finish grading, and do some reading, and finish functional analysis, and start graph theory. Then Friday, I need to do as much graph theory as I can. And then a week of break. I really need this break.

Oh, and the front license plate and bracket that fell off the red car that rammed the van.

snerk.