Timelies all!

Fruit: I had an apple with lunch, and had a small handful of trail mix that was mainly raisins.

I wish I knew what the hell I did to my left knee that is making it hurt everytime I get up or sit down or move it a bit. It's not swollen. Feels almost like it's bruised deep down. Ugh. I'll just keep taking Advil until it feels better.

I think I would be a super great librarian, but that is not a job growth area.

Tell me about it.

::looks at amount already spent on MLS tuition, realizes I'm still only halfway through, cries::

What would you do for free? Well you must find out what it is and quit your job so you can do it. You will enjoy your work much more and will become an expert in your field.

Ahahahaha! Yeah, umm. The universe is not going to pay me to watch Doctor Who and discuss issues such as Morrissey: coy closet case or cunning cultural appropriator?

Morrissey: coy closet case or cunning cultural appropriator?

PhD in cultural studies and voila! it might?

But yeah. Most of what I want to do is sit around and nap.

I would do what I do for free. Or you couldn't pay me enough money in the world to do it. Depends on the day.

I get this. But I wouldn't do what I do for free.

Holey moley, it's 101 out. I hate the hot weather.

Bail on the picnic, ita. If anyone asks why you weren't there, you couldn't find it.

What would you do for free? Well you must find out what it is and quit your job so you can do it.

Oh, I see, I did that in the wrong order. I did the quitting part, but I seem to have fallen down on the finding out what I'd do for free part. Actually, there are a lot of things I'm willing to do for free as long as I don't have to do them very well. Or very often. Or with any sort of accountability.

It's nice that that sort of approach works out for some people.

I might do some of this for free. But certainly not 40+ hours of it a week. Not a chance.

Especially not this forty page "interim final rule" I just printed out.

I am so skipping this picnic. Or maybe showing up for ten minutes. This hurts.

Two incidents of note:

1. K bought a new car (elantra touring -- with seat warmers!)

2. There was a dying (though not quite dead) rat blocking our front door when I got back from the dealership.

Do you think they are related?

My bum is hurting from doing the stairs.

That's not related to the car or the rat.

Wow. I think most everyone (though not the coworkers closest to me) has left for the picnic. Place is suddenly very hushed.

Do you think they are related?

God, I hope not. "Rat with purchase" is not a good deal.

Earlier I saw a picture of a rat killed in Brooklyn that was seriously the size of a rabbit.

It was indeed a Rodent Of Unusual Size.