I've lived in my apartment for five years, and it's only recently really started to feel like my space. And I'm going to be moving in another year or so.

I'm watching Anchors Aweigh. Gene Kelly is teaching Frank Sinatra how to pick up girls. And Frank is literally hanging onto Gene's back in just about every scene. And Dean Stockwell has run away from home to join the Navy. In another half hour or so, Gene will dance with a cartoon mouse.

I'm making peanut butter cookies with a mini Reese's PB cup smooshed into the middle of each one.

I bought a converter box for my tv today. I'm not sure I want to attempt to figure out where my 2 VCRs fit into the chain at this moment.

Is it more than going through the motions? I mean, you don't actually have to compete, do you?

Hopefully, not, but they have to announce it publicly, although they did so for the shortest allowable time (two weeks). So it's remotely possible someone could outrank me, mostly by virtue of being a veteran--that's the only way they could score higher than me.

But so long as I make the first cut and get into the interview pool, I should be okay.

I do expect it'll be entertaining when I wear a suit to work for the day I get interviewed for the job I currently hold, and everyone teases me about wearing a suit to work. Heh.

I got to fondle my friend's macbook air. Oh, dear lord, how I want one.

Currently awake with a wicked case of acid reflux, listening to a very issue laden, flame-point Siamese.

Well, it's Monday.

But I woke up without the alarm with a shining smile on my face, after yesterday's news.

It's my sister's birthday. Little fiend is 19 years old, who would have thought?

And now, to the next challenge: groceries!

Speaking of challenges, I need to send an email to a very challenging cadet program for the civil service. The one I didn't get in last year, after passing every test they had (ow, and they had a lot...) except for the interview/group dynamics part. Let's hope they'll like me better this year, I know I can do good in this, and well, you know... I just need something better than my current work to wake up to in the morning, you know?

May your Monday won't suck, Buffistas.

And today on "what would you really like to do now?" game:

Reading in bed until falling asleep.

You?

Hmmm... watch a new episode of Pushing Daisies?

I slept in until 8 AM which is late late late for me. Coincidentally, Muppet was accidentally locked outside the bedroom, and I begin to wonder if there's no coincidence in that. It's been a while since I got 'enough' sleep, so I'm not complaining or anything.

And today is a bonus day off, too!

Yay holiday!

I have a dilemma. Two of the things I was going to do today are go for a walk and get a pedicure. But after walking around yesterday, I have a worn-off spot on my foot, right where all my sandals hit. I guess it's OK for the pedicure, if I point it out before they start the scrubbing, and then I can put a band-aid on for the walking. Hmmm.

Little fiend is 19 years old

My morning eyes read that as Little Friend and thought it was a very sweet way to refer to the kid sister.

Yay holiday. I stayed in bed until 9:30, but it doesn't count much since I was up until 4 cleaning viruses off DH's tablet. Good grief, he had no virus protection at all. And not only does he engage in unsafe computing, he has teenage boys that use his computer. I think I got it all, but it needs a bit more scrubbing. I'd sleep, but my body still woke up at 6. Stupid body.

I plan on dragging my laptop back into bed and catching up on some BSG.

My morning eyes read that as Little Friend and thought it was a very sweet way to refer to the kid sister.

Hey, "little fiend" is a nick name. "Criminal" is my mom's choice. I love my sister, but the creature never heard of tact and sometimes allows herself way too much because she knows she'll get away with a lot because she's so gorgeous and adorable. Hence nicknames. Right now with "being in dangerous zone to have your army service in and having other people's lives on your shoulders responsibility" she basically gets away with almost anything, and the way she returns to be a 5 year old around us never stops to amaze me. Oh well, she is a funny one.

Finished work. Going to have a nap, then volunteering and cooking. Which reminds me, we have here other Buffistas who are not from U.S. here, right? Because I might need some help for some comparative research.