The idea of a rap about Moby Dick amuses me.

Hairpats and cabana boys for Cindy and Plei.

My car: The fuel pump went kaput. Just wham, stopped working. The DH said he might've noticed a slight drop in power the day before, but only at the outside range of perception, and I didn't notice anything. So, we have to get a new fuel pump, which probably means ordering one from the States, because although the car was built in Germany it's to US specs.

This would all be under warranty if we lived in the States.

Of the good, Captain JetLag was only up until 2:30 last night, rather than 4:00. I'm not nearly as jetlagged as I thought I'd be, maybe because I've basically been lagging for the last year.

P-C, I met a lovely Indian girl about your age on my flight (actually I met 3, but one stood out as being awesome). I totally should've talked you up to her and her parents...except they were on their way back to India, where they live. But that's details; I think I'll carry your photo and email addy with me to give out, just in case.

I'm trying to plan a trip to Vermont [well, I'm thinking about planning, which is the first step]

perks up

Hm! If this trip is a little more easy going than the last (what with the wedding and family madness and all) maybe, just maybe, I can get my ass up to Vermont (oh TWIST MY ARM) and spend a little more time at your bro's place...

hmmmm.

Tep, insent to hotmail. Is that a WAY old address?

I still check it once or twice a day, actually.

And -- that would be SO fun if we could hang out in VT!

I guess I need to plan more actively....

Class is over, thank God. Fortunately, it didn't feel as long as I thought it might. I'm really on like night three of no sleep, and it's starting to wear me down. I even didn't nap yesterday, so hopefully I would sleep better, but nope...not my luck.

Gonna attempt to not nap again today in hopes that I'll be so exhausted tonight that I'll just collapse. I'm afraid this plan only makes me cranky, rather than actually working.

My laptop arrived. It is so pretty. I keep petting it. I think I'll call it Greorge. I won't be able to get the wireless router set-up for a couple of days as time is a laughable concept right now.

The auditors are here again today. More fun. I just love explaining how "this is how I would do this if I had time, but I've been so crunched lately that I have to do this shortcut and skip these steps and yes, I've asked for help and no, I don't get any consistant support". This is SO NOT ME and not the way I like to work.

It doesn't help to know that technically my company no longer has to hold my assistant's job after June 20th, but they will. And I hate that I feel two ways about that. I want HER back. She is a nice gal, she knows her stuff, we complement eachother well - workwise. But I can't keep doing this by myself. This audit is really highlighting this. We don't have any kind of ETA for her return.

Snarl.

Oh, Suzi, that's so sucky. But, YAY for the laptop!

ION, I just e-mailed my advisers about dropping my Psych major, which would leave me with the English major, and a potential graduation of Spring 2008. I know it's the right decision, but I just feel like I'm letting myself down somehow...

Oh, Raq. We're deep in car bitterness, right now. I'm sorry about the fuel pump. Frigging cars.

Hil, are you okay? Did you take the Benadryl?

The Christopher story: [link]

He's fine. I guess. Ugh.

Gronk

The House of Reason is a weary house. Both Jilli and me have Friday deadlines. Tough ones. So, we're both stumbling around trying to get our heads together to make it through the last batch of work.

I'm looking forward to a nice long nap on Saturday.

That's all. Just thought I'd share.

P.S. Stoooooopid paintings.

P-C, I met a lovely Indian girl about your age on my flight (actually I met 3, but one stood out as being awesome). I totally should've talked you up to her and her parents...except they were on their way back to India, where they live. But that's details; I think I'll carry your photo and email addy with me to give out, just in case.

Hee. You're totally my pimp, Raq.

GROOOOOOOOONK. Why can't I just sleep all day? Work is dumb.

(I am reading The Name of the Rose. It is a slow read.)

Ugh. The landlord just came by to pick up the rent check. Now, we used to leave it on the fridge, so that meant she came into the apartment each month. I didn't like that, so I stuck a sticky thing on the front door, so we could leave the check there. It's been there for probably six months.

The landlord STILL knocks on the door each month, because "she doesn't see it." Makes me so annoyed. It's pretty loud in here today, with my music playing, Not!Emily's music playing, the air conditioner running, etc. I heard her knock lightly on the door, but I ignored it. I knew if I went to answer it, Toto would go all nuts, and I really didn't want to deal with that. I figured if she couldn't see the check, that's her problem.

I just checked. The check is gone. And I can't imagine she needed anything else. I mean, she called at 10:30 last night, and I never really did figure out why, except to criticize my housekeeping. And, really? Am I gonna take that well at 10:30pm? Um...no.

I can't wait till I don't live here anymore. I mean, I love the apartment in so many ways. Those of you who have been here can attest to the coolness and uniqueness that is this place. But, I just can't deal with them and the non-working stuff anymore.

{{{House of Reason}}}

I have started The Name of the Rose more times than I care to confess, and never finished it. Perhaps I'll do better now? And the same goes for Foucault's Pendulum. And I'm quite certain that they're both splendid books, but...yeah. After a little while I find myself wanting things to go vroom and the words to be shorter. I can't account for it - I'm perfectly capable of reading grown up books and savouring them, but I seem to have a mental block when it comes to his stuff.

OMG, P-C, just think of the possibilities of making all the Bitches into your Pimps! Surely any potential bride with the Bitch seal of approval would be Of The Good?

considers

face falls

Mind you, they've yet to find me a nice Canadian. Rumours of nice Canadians, yes. Said Canadians arriving on my doorstep? Not so much.

sighs

Guess I just need to go to Canada if I want to make like a Mountie and always get my man. Or is that make out with a Mountie? Or is that just if you're called Ray?