Bless, Java. I don't even have words, just sending peaceful thoughts.

I'm already stressing about work tomorrow. I just have a 3 day week, so I need to cram 5 days worth of work into those 3 days and I have yet to go more than a couple of hours without my pain meds. I tried dropping the vicodin and just going with the ibuprofen. That didn't work well today.

{{Suzi}}

So, I'm taking an online class right now on Cognition and Technology. As part of the class, we watch a lot of YouTube videos and TED talks. This week, one of the assignments is Erin's TED Talk!! My worlds colliding.

When you say "Give kisses" she puts her hand out for you to kiss it as if she were the queen. Kills me. But if you put your fist out and do not say "Give kisses" she just does a fist bump.

I love it!

My childhood best friend's mother always made the mini cheesecakes on Nilla wafers for functions. OMG NOM.

How have I lived so long and never heard of this?

I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE

Which was fine, but they moved all my stuff AND I had to tell the room mate.

Heh. My Freshman roommate announced one day that I was moving because we weren't getting along. I pointed out that this could also be solved by HER moving. She declared me a total bitch and moved into her BF's frat.

No offense to our own near dear Buffistas, but her name was actually Heather. You'd think she'd try and control herself for at least a couple of years after that movie came out.

My freshman-year roommate moved out at Christmas without telling me, so I came back after break to an entirely new roommate. Happily, I actually liked the new one (the previous one was legendarily awful), so it all worked out okay. But I still think it's weird not to say anythign at all.

(She thought I was strange for not listening to disco, sleeping with lots of frat boys, or wearing makeup. Takes all kinds.)

Freshman year I was assigned a room with a dancer who was a former "Miss City" in the city-state-Miss America hierarchy. There was no closet space and two out of nine drawers--one of those in one of the two desks in the room. The huffing and puffing vied with the beauty routine ablutions in the in-room sink. Two weeks later I unofficially moved into the room of another dancer who liked all the tv shows I did, shared the same sense of humor, and wore the same size clothes. We were great, but she didn't return the next year.

Sophomore year they put me with a clarinetist who was...Miss Very Tiny City in the Miss America run-up. I staked out closet and drawer space and spent all my time backstage, so I never saw her.

I never figured out why the powers that made room assignments thought I'd be compatible with beauty queens.

The only issue I had with my freshman year roommate was when she wasn't allowed to speak with me when she was pledging her sorority. After that, I picked my roommates (aside from the replacement who was assigned to us after one woman failed out of school)....

I NEED THIS IN MY LIFE

I'm sure it's basically the same filling msbelle made, put into those metallic cupcake liners, with a Nilla Wafer on the bottom. Mmm mmm good.

Is it wrong that after only two weeks of work, I'm really looking forward to the long weekend next weekend?

3 hours of raging last night. So much tired.

Aww, msbelle, I`m sorry.
 
The SO makes a kickass cheesecake but we`ve been so busy it`s been a long time since one was forthcoming.
 
In college, we had dorm rooms with jack & jill bathrooms, so we had a roommate, and then two suitemates, with whom we shared the bathroom. This worked out great if you got along with your suitemates, and some did stuff like move all four beds in one room so there was a sort of living room in the other space.
 
Anyway, my roommate (The one I negotiated with for the right to pursue my eventual husband) got fed up with me spending nights out (this was the result of a stupid freshman curfew policy where if you were even a little late it was better not to come in at all) and decided, with my suitemates, that I`d be happier in another room. But I was bitchy and said, hey, I like my room and I`ve got no problem with you. So if you want to leave, fine, but you`re moving out. Which she did, but my suitemates who were upperclassmen and the RA were then content to make life miserable for me. But I didn`t care because then I had a single room which I`d wanted all along, but couldn`t have as an underclassman. So there, stupid roommate. Who has now facebook friended me but I have hidden because I still can`t stand you.

Oh, msbelle. I can't even imagine. What a terrible, draining way to end the weekend/start the week. All the ~ma you need, in any form you need, to get you through the day today.