Oh! I do love a parade. I wonder if Santa will show up?

Houseguests just called to say they left late and don't expect to be here until 7 or 8pm. They had said FOUR. They were going to babysit while I took mr. flea out for dinner. For his birthday. I've already made dinner for them, and now they'll probably eat on the road.

Why can't everyone be as reliable as me? Grrrr.

I expect that thursday will be similar to many thanksgivings in the past -- so consider my posts predictive.

Thursday 4pm:

Wait ... dinner, but I've been eating since 11. mmm... gravy. More WIne!

Yeah, if I post about stuff that hasn't happened yet, there could be a time paradox. I'm going to have to play it safe.

Oh come on - it's safe and easy!

Like this:

Post from Thursday 2:00 PM.

Wow, when I left Chicago yesterday I never dreamed I'd be kidnapped by genetically engineered intelligent wombats....

I mean, what are the odds of that not happening....

Wait, where was I?

Does that help?

Yes.

Unfortunately my posts for the next two days are probably going to be lamenting my state of health, so I'm not going to be able to add much to your plan, Tommy.

Sophia, what's wrong with explaining to your boss in excruciating detail just how hard/impossible it is to do exactly what they're asking in the time they're foreseeing? Proper feedback to managers helps them manage better.

Crap, now I'm totally unsure whether I should do the wombat genetic engineering I was planning to do tonight.

Yay, am home from work. Should be: cleaning and preparing for ritual sacrifice. Am: going to get a haircut. Double yay!

It's like those kids who prepare such sophisticated ways for cheating on exams, and sometimes, they're so original and brilliant in facing these obstacles, they can either learn the material in a much smaller effort, or actually learn it through those preparations already and end up not needing them.

True confessions: I had an exam in uni that I was woefully unprepared for, so I carefully transcribed all kinds of notes and hints in mechanical pencil onto my grungy white plastic travel mug. Virtually invisible. And of course, by the time I'd actually done all that and went into the exam, I'd managed to somehow learn the damn stuff.

I smudged it all off right away so that I didn't end up with an ironic twist to the story.

Crap, not I'm totally unsure whether I should do the wombat genetic engineering I was planning to do tonight.

But if you don't do the wombat genetic engineering tonight, how do you know if you wouldn't have not done it anyway?

I'm going to be without internet access for at least two days.

I'll be without internet access for almost four. Unless you count me checking my e-mail on my cell, which I won't be able to do most of the time because there aren't any towers near where my parents live.

I'm sure it will be refreshing and good for me. Like detox.

My post from tomorrow:

Where are all you people? Why am I the only one at work?