Ugh. My math is gonna kill me.

Only five more days. Only five more days. Only five more days.

Now, I have to decide if I want to move my refrigerator and stove and clear the guaranteed-to-be-incredibly-disgusting area behind them that probably hasn't seen soap since the apartment was last renovated.

We need a Magic Eraser mop. I use a steamer for the tile and wood floors because I hate dragging dirty water buckets around. This isn't the exact one I have, but it looks the same. Fill with water steam away and toss the cover in the laundry. [link] It's very nice, and easy.

Is Pete looming?

Nope. Pete is getting ready to leave the hotel and go to the M:tG event where he's the Guest Artist. *I* am lounging around the hotel room in my nightgown, taking advantage of the free wifi. Soon, I will put on makeup and call Cass. But I can pass a message to the loom-y one, if you need.

Yay Jen!

(I, uh, sorta skimmed, so hugs and ~ma to whomever needs or wants.)

women as university presidents

My univ. has a woman president, but she sucks. Blech.

Yay for Possibility Boy! And boo for math.

Thinking about Fay's lovely if heartwrenching post yesterday, do other people not have a hometown? I mean, I moved around a lot when I was growing up. I've actually lived in Chicago a lot longer than I have anywhere else. My parents now live somewhere that I never really lived. I don't think of anyplace as my "hometown."

Coffee, please.

Too funny video. Internet is for Porn [link] Visiting the google video page was a very bad idea. I'm supposed to be getting ready to go to NY for a month. Eeep. Excellent way to avoid my list though.

I picture you delivering this message with sabre-point at his Adam's Apple. This picture makes me happy

I think Epic has the right idea. Yeah!

Paul put up some of the pictures of Lillian on the 4th...

Adorable, evil, and I can't BELIEVE how big/old she is, AND that I haven't yet seen her in person. DANG.

The insurance company in Monterey decided I wasn't committed enough to underwriting to be a good fit.

Y'know, sometimes workplaces drive me nuts. It's like "If I won the lottery, would I be doing this? NO. But am I going to come to work every day and do the job right? YES. So quit asking me to tell you INSURANCE IS MY LIFE or whatever!"

Too funny video. Internet is for Porn [link] Visiting the google video page was a very bad idea. I'm supposed to be getting ready to go to NY for a month. Eeep. Excellent way to avoid my list though.

Hee! Also, NY for a month is cool. Go NY!

I love Cindy. Love love love.

Anyway. I didn't go to the hospital, at my mom's urging. She said that Grandpa was very agitated, which is getting expressed physically -- he flails and pulls out his iv tubes and tries to get out of bed, etc. She said that it's probably better if I wait until he's more settled.

Your poor Grandpa. I'm glad your mom let you know. Have you heard any more, or visited, today?

May there be good grampa news today.

In my capacity as an ex-janitor at an all girl's Catholic school, I mopped thusly.

That job description boggles me. I need more coffee.

Also, a nanny for the weekends on occasion. But, you know, that's my selfish desire to, umm, write things talking.