Double poop. Tonight Jon Stewart is at the South Beach Comedy Festival, and I didn't know about it ages ago to get tickets.

How in the hell is it not the end of the day?

How in the hell is it not the end of the day?

We're on Molasses Standard Time.

In Baseball news, all the stat crunchers are indicating (a) the Red Sox are going to win a lot of games next year (99-100) and (b) the A's offense SUCKS. Not one player with slugging percentage pegged over .500. OMG, we're going to be lame. It'll be back to pre-Frank Thomas land.

YAY! I found a tortilla warmer! My life is complete.

Why am I so starving today? I just ate way more for lunch than I usually do, and I still feel like I haven't eaten in days.

Mine's going pretty fast (not quite fast enough since I'm not at the bar annoying the hell out of Mr. Jane), but I think that's because we have a huge national meeting here, and I keep having to do stuff for it in addition to having to explain to the new people "How Things Are Done."

How in the hell is it not the end of the day?

It's the end of the day for me, and I can honestly say that some days it's just not worth chewing through the restraints.

I'm normally off on Friday, but I got called in today. No babysitter, so Mal came with me. He was decent, actually, but it's really hard to get work done and prevent your toddler from pissing off your co-workers or hurting himself or just melting down.

After I finished up, I didn't have time to drive to the store and do a big grocery trip (I haven't really bought groceries in 2 weeks and we have no food). I took Mal and hit the small stores near the embassy and got almost enough for the weekend. According to the pedometer, this was 3 miles of walking.

After this I drag Mallory into the bathroom with me, and he will not stay on my lap. All he wants to do is roll on the floor and crawl under stall doors. I'm holding him to prevent this, and he kicks and thrashes and knocks the little trash can off the stall wall...and grabs a tampon sleeve.

::sigh::

My life, it is glamourous.

Poor Raq.

I organized my kitchen closet! And all the junk that's supposed to be there actually fits there, when it's put in neatly and not just thrown in! (Putting the paper plates and plastic bowls and cups and paper napkins on the top shelf that I can't usually reach helped a lot -- really, the only time I use that stuff is when a kosher friend is visiting.)

(This is my new organization plan. Just saying "I will organize this weekend" doesn't work, because I get overwhelmed at what needs to be done. So, instead, I'm saying that each day, I will organize something. So far, I've done two of my four clothes closets, my desk, my dresser, my cooking and doing dishes routine, and now the kitchen closet. Next up ought to be the kitchen cabinets, but those are scaring me a bit, so I think I might clean off my table next. Then I'll be able to sit and eat at the table, rather than on the couch or at my desk, which was another one of my organization goals.)

Hubby told me he wants me to organize my CDs and books. Does the man have no *clue* what he's encouraging? Alphabetization! Cataloguing!

Silly man. Fun weekend ahead.

I need to organize my books, but first I need to get some more bookshelves. I've got way more books than shelf space right now, but I'm having trouble finding floor space to put another bookshelf. The only space I see is this one corner where I've currently got a rug leaning against the wall -- it used to belong to my sister's roommate, but then she moved out and gave it to my sister, who didn't like it and wanted to donate it to the Salvation Army, but they wouldn't pick stuff up in her neighborhood, so she gave it to me when I moved here, but then I decided I didn't like how it looked here, so it's just been leaning against the wall for three years. Maybe I'll try freecycling it.