Ahhhhhh, takeout. Nothing like having someone bring me fried chicken and cheese fries at the end of a shittastic day like today.

I desperately need to do something with my hair. I haven't gotten it cut since September, and I haven't dyed it since...I have no idea. But when one of your male co-workers* asks you "So, are you ever going to dye your hair again?" you know you've let it go too long...

(*For values of "male co-worker" that do not equal Hec, if you work with Hec.)

Jess, I think that I'm going to be a little disturbed, to tell you the truth, if the Altersproglet is NOT born with blue hair.

Y'know, that looks suspiciously like what our plan was when we bought the house. I am sad to report that the plan didn't quite work that way.

Nods along.

Mm, microbrews! I had no beer tonight. But I did have ice cream. Why is Vermonty Python not as delicious as I think it should be? Well, that'll keep me from devouring it in the dark middle of the night, snarfing and drooling like some wild animal.

Yeah. Good times.

Tom is sick. I am tired. I need about 2 more hours in each day and I'm not sure how to do it. My therapist suggested trying to swing a shorter work week. Which is GODDAMN so appealing. If they kept paying me the same, that is. Wait. Oh. Never mind.

Plan:

1) stay at Institute Of Higher Education long enough to get Master's Degree.

2) stay at Institute long enough to get vested (2 more years exactly. Today's my 3 year anniversary here)

3) ORGANIZE!!!

Jess, I think that I'm going to be a little disturbed, to tell you the truth, if the Altersproglet is NOT born with blue hair.

(Don't get too excited, Hec, it's still a longish bob.)

Ms. Pixie Supreme, I think that cut looks great on you. I'm just going to like it anyway.

You can't make me hate it!

Jess, it's sometimes better to just let it grow when you're pregnant. After the baby and your hormones shift, it may come in less thick or a slightly different texture. That's a good time to get it cut.

ION, my Dad (and his wife, and her brother and his wife) have arrived in San Francisco. Also, JZ and Emmett and Matilda have collected my sister from the airport and are headed back.

So everybody who needs to be at the baptism tomorrow will be at the baptism tomorrow!

Pictures of Matilda in the Bev dress will be shared as soon as we have them.

Sunday's all about Little League.

Timelies, all! I hope everyone is doing fabulously well. It's been ages since I've been by b.org. I miss hanging out here. Alas, work, while still pretty much my dream job, still isn't one where I feel comfortable hanging out here while on the clock. And SGA recently ate my brain after hours.

Anyway, I'm settling into things at the office. They're letting me write a lot. I've been on one work-related trip so far (to DC--no foreign travel yet), and I'm starting to see where the various factions and power-lines lie at work. Mostly because the various factions have decided I'm potentially useful and are trying to co-opt me. This is actually a good thing, because most workplaces with 90+ employees have factions and the attempted co-opting suggests I'm doing well enough to be potentially valuable.

I have a line on a new apartment so I'll probably be moving to Carrboro in a couple of months (a lefty-liberal town next door to Chapel Hill). And I've joined match.com, so I may get a little touch before I die. Both of these things seem right and good.

I skipped past months of messages (possibly an entire bitches thread--we're at 34 now?). But the end of this one seems to have a lot of laughter, cross-dressing, and John Donne, so I hope that's indicative of how life's been treating everyone of late.

"Are you mods or rockers?"

"We're mockers."

I know I will feel stupid for not knowing but OMG what is this from???

The Beatles. (Was it just from them or was it from A Hard Day's Night?)

Thanks, everybody, for the support and encouragement. Kristin, your post was extra-nice, what with the vast experience and all, but you've all been a major help for me today. This is such a supportive community. I can't express how much I love it, even when I disappear for weeks at a time.

I'm a bit drunk now, which is pleasant. And really, the day didn't go so badly, despite its beginning. The cheating classes retook their quizzes with minimal complaints - most of the major complainers were the ones that clearly didn't cheat, which I understand since I might have complained a bit were I them - and the class that took the quiz last week had a nice lesson of cutting out percentages from newspapers and discussing real-world applications. Went decently. The day was destined to feel crappy, else it might have been fine. Still, I earned my 3 beers and 2 gin and juices and 1.5 shots of jack daniels, and I'm glad I've had them. I will sleep well, now, and wake up fairly bright and fresh for a day of Saturday School (did I mention that I've been working some Saturdays for 3 hours, plus two afternoons a week from 4-6, outside of normal school time? I get paid extra for it, but still...) Then I'll see a musical (Grey Gardens yay!) and celebrate the history teacher's birthday by dancing and drinking, so tomorrow should be good if guilt-inducingly unproductive (in terms of grading and preparation for second semester).

I would prefer to organize my apartment. It could use it. Especially my bedroom, which is a disaster. I can barely walk in there. But that's okay. Who needs clean/unwrinkled clothes? Not me.