An afternoon meeting got pushed back to next week, so I actually finished my work a bit ahead of my work day. I need to stick around in case some last minute thing pops up in my inbox, but that's just for the next half hour.

So, what are people's weekend plans? I'll be buying some sandals after work. Saturday I hope to wash my bike and pump up the tires so I can ride it. And I might head up to the local comic shop and see if they have the trade for Rat Queens.

The coffe didn't work this morning. Allergies are the cause.

I've been angry since Saturday, one of my fb friends is at ucsb. I would like a social media break, but it is part of my job

I' m pissed off at the games amazon is playing. I' m glad Pattereson is in the fight, but his books are still available on amazon, it is the authors with smaller sales that are not.

I' m hearing positive motions in getting minimum wage up to 13.00 an hour, but imeadiatly started worrying about my friends with small businesses

I can' decide if I want to run around with an agry mob or hide in a cave.

Self-medicating with a triple-cheese melt of Brie, Havarti, and cheddar on pan de mie, whatever the hell that is.

It's not pan de ME, which is one problem right there.

I feel like Being an Emotionally Stable Adult is a full-time job.

Oh, man, totally.

YUP.

And I might head up to the local comic shop and see if they have the trade for Rat Queens.

YESSSSSSSS SO GOOD. Betty is my everything.

According to Wikipedia, pan de mie is just fancy-ass sliced bread. It's fancy 'cause it's French.

As an antidote to the craziness, a story about a 14-year-old who rescued a kid who fell into a sewer

What a brave kid! That was terrific.

I have to be here for another 10 minutes and I don't wanna.

Man, I am ready for happy hour, but I have 1 more article to edit. Compromise: start drinking when I get to the reference section, because the reference section is boring as shit anyway.

Drinking. Now there is a plan!

I am back from my second day at the pool this summer. I look like one of those Kewpie dolls that's been hanging from a rearview mirror all summer, and my floatie has a slow leak and I look like a giant pink, black and blue taco after a half hour (skin, swimsuit and floatie colors) but I don't care.

Floating while the pool speakers blare out 80's and 90's hits is my agua Valium.

Also, I was feeling a bit squishy with my winter weight gain of 30 pounds until I saw this fantastic girl who was all unapologetic smooth tanned chub in a teeny hot pink and yellow bikini. She was like a freaking odalisque with wide hips and a round belly and firm jiggle, and I was all "Go on with your bad-ass self!" and promptly raised my tankini top to tan my bellah.

Whereas Strix, I spent yesterday at the Annenberg Beach House (pool party for the 5th graders) wearing a swim outfit that included trunks and long sleeves, and still hid under the umbrellas most of the afternoon. Too early in the summer for me to be sporting a sunburn.

I feel like Being an Emotionally Stable Adult is a full-time job.

It is, and like any job you need a vacation sometimes. Oh, and happy hour.