I should totally make off with him while Robin's busy at work and I'm slacking my ass off. By Monday night, he'll be sending ME love messages through the TV with his eyes and it'll be too late for her. She can then do naught but raise her wee fists to the skies and wail, "Curse you, work ethic! Curse you!"

Open casting for Survivor tomorrow at the Javits Center.

I should totally make off with him while Robin's busy at work and I'm slacking my ass off.

Bring it ON, beeyotch! The dude is mine.

sneaks in, steal Stephen Colbert while Robin and JZ are fighting

Good thing about lively Buffista board: Many posts to read

Bad thing about lively Buffista board: Many more posts than I can read and respond to while I'm at work.

My gig went reasonably well last night. Audience seemed to like things and about 5 different people came up to compliment me. I'm my own worst critic, though, and am already wondering what I could have done differently to give the headliner more of a run for his money.

I'm not much of a drinker but I usually have just enough Dutch courage to get my inhibitions to a manageable level. Last night the Irish coffee wasn't working as well as I'd have liked so I opted for a shot of straight Irish whiskey. Normally I have drinks like a rum & coke. It's odd, but I find myself kinda craving an Irish whiskey right now. I don't know what that's about.

3 hours 'til I get out of here. I'm tired and bored and I know I wouldn't be these things if my job were more rewarding and challenging.

Oh, and Colbert is mine.

Argh! Fuck! Goddamn mikta-squeezing back button. I was typing a post there!

Huh. Just found out the actor I was dating around the holidays last year (Dec 2004, I mean) is back in town with a role in Corpus Christi. Germane to the current discussion, he's the one that's a bearded Steven Colbert lookalike.

So the field placement woman finally called me to say they were still working on it, no problem, they'd let me know when things were finalized, I would almost certainly be going to Randolph. Which is just as far away from the city (and thus from public transportation) as the last place I nixed because I didn't have a car. Apparently the note that I needed someplace on the T didn't get very far last time. So they'll try and find another school. I mean, I could take the commuter rail -- it's only about a mile from the station -- but it is, let us say, not an ideal situation.

Emily, that is so frustrating! When are you supposed to start? I know the student teachers at my uni start next week and all placements were supposed to be finalized before Christmas.

Erinaceous so has to get herself on the Colbert Report.