KNEEL BEFORE ZOD!!!

Dumb ass. I totally forgot about bloglin's one year anniversary. It was the 19th. Last Wednesday. Damn. I had planned on doing a whole retrospective on how my life has changed in the past year. Blah blah blah. Sounds pretty boring. Maybe it's a good thing I missed it. I'll go home and have a smaller celebration than the big gala affair I had planned. Maybe a DiBella's sub and some Corona. Good times.

Happy One Year Anniversary Bloglin!!! May you have a home of your own soon.

Things I've done to kill time today.

• Used compressed air to clean out all the remnants of lunches past from my keyboard.


• Renacted that first bounty hunter chase scene frrom AoTC at my desk with the action figures


• Posted to messge boards


• Surfed the web


• Watched the thunderstorm. It's over now.

None of these are categories on my timesheet.

I think I should change my name to Mrs. Robinson. Lately I've been having a hard time judging people's (guys) ages when I talk to them at the bars. First there was the pigroast of a couple weeks ago. There was a very attractive single young man at the party and we were having a pretty good conversation and he mentions that he's in school. First warning flag, but I'm hoping he means he's in grad school. Nope. he just turned 22. He finds out I'm 28, and suddenly he had to go. Then last weekend, in Binghamton, we were at the bar dancing and there were a few good looking guys dancing. 24, 23 and the last one was 21. They were lots of fun. Their age is really not that big of a deal, it's just something I've noticed lately. Good times.

Wow. It's noon already. Where has the morning gone? I think I entered some sort of time warp. Either that or I'm still in the alcohol-induced haze from last weekend. I know I woke up sore as hell this morning. Probably from all the dancing. Saturday was so much fun. I paid for it yesterday and went to bed really early. I think I could've slept until noon today.

Uh-oh. It's 12:30. I guess I should go to lunch now. Kill so more time before it's time to go home.

Yes, I'm still going. Unless some better option comes along. Which I can't see happening. I am so bored sitting here, not really doing anything but organizing my email messages, 5 months worth. Talk about a lot of crap. Certain people should leave work early, and then I could scoot out of here and be home by 5:30. And see if the fans I got today are actually going to make a difference. One of them has a digital thermometer and can regulate the air temp of the air blowing through. I asked the Searsman if it was like air-conditioning and he looked at me like I was incredibly stupid. Maybe it was a dumb question, but I was curious. I didn't actually think it was going to be the same coolness as an air-conditioner, just similiar, like it cools the air the blows through. I can't wait to go home and try that bastard out.

No, I'm going to go. I can still be a responsible adult and have a good time tonight.

This weekend is going to be really busy. There is so much to do before the shower tomorrow. But I'm torn between being a responsible adult and getting everything done tonight and getting a good night's sleep so I'll be able to get up early and get to Endicott by 11. OR, going to the East End Fest tonight and "partying serious." (to quote a friend) I could just go for an hour or so, maybe 2 or 3, and still be able to get home at a decent hour... It would be such a good time, but I think I know myself pretty well and I think tomorrow morning would go something like this:

• alarm goes off at 7


• hit the snooze bar 37 times


• get up all hungover at around 9


• start freaking out because I still have to get ready, figure out what to wear and get all my shit together for the weekend


• actually leave the house around 11 (the time I was supposed to be in Endicott)


• stop and get gas, smokes and coffee


• turn around go back to house because I forgot something important, like the shower favors or the dog


• drive for 2 hours, drop off dog at Dad's


• drive another hour to Endicott, roll into town around 2-ish, late for the shower that I was supposed to set up.


• get to the already-started shower, everyone hates me, I get award for worst Maid of Honor ever. Bride's all pissed at me and stays mad throughout the day and Saturday night... night is ruined.


• these events will follow me around the rest of my life as I'm forever known as the worst person ever to be a maid of Honor.

I guess I should skip the East End Fest.

At lunch I went out to Sears and bought some fans for the sweatbox (aka my apartment). My place is going to be fan-tastic! Ha! Last night was horrible, it must have been like 87000 degrees in that place. I think the fans will help.

This is a pretty funny disgruntled job searchers site. I can totally relate...

If you scroll down a bit on this page, there is a photo of the ER cast called E/ARRR with them dressed like pirates that made me laugh out loud.

Coming soon... Things That Really Cheese Me Off.
Inspired by actual events.

I've been following this guy's blog. It's pretty interesting, maybe just for me because I can sort of relate.

What a miserable weekend so far. I woke up this morning with my left eye almost swollen shut. Yuck. Why is it like that? And it was just the one eye, so I looked really goofy when I went to Wegmans to get something to eat for breakfast. After I was done there, I got in the car and tried to start it up. Tried. The honda wouldn't start. The freaking battery was dead. Nothing, just that annoying clicking sound. I didn't bring my cellphone, and of course I have no jumper cables in my car. So I started accosting people in the parking lot. With my big puffy swollen eye. I tried to keep my hair over that side so I don't know if anyone else noticed. I found out today that lots of people don't carry jumper cables in their cars. Finally I found a really nice wonderful older man who helped a puffy-swollen-eyed girl out and jump started my battery. He's my new hero. And I'm going to Sears to get a new battery next week. Or maybe tomorrow.

The plans for tonight were going to be to go to the East End Fest and go crazy. But the freaking weather didn't cooperate and the cool fun outside part got cancelled. So now, tonight is going to be some more subdued, stay at home stuff. Like watching second part of the Godfather II. Fredo just got the 'kiss' from Michael. Doesn't look good for the elder Corleone. Hope his mom stays healthy for a while, for his sake. I might have start drinking some red wine to complete the mood.

[insert Kinkos rant here]
I don't want to go totally off on Kinkos, I'll just say that I am really REALLY totally not a fan of theirs. I spent the afternoon there trying to print out some covers for the 40 workbooks that HAD to go out today. Nothing ever works there. Everyone is rude and doesn't have any clue what's going on. I hate generalizing everything but it's all true. The covers finally printed out, then I had to go and fight with the color copier. That went smoother, but it was soooooo slllllloooooowwwwwww. I spent the time wandering around and sniffing the rubber cement at the free supplies table. That put me in a better mood and made the time go by faster. Our new bad ass color printer was supposed to be delivered yesterday, but it still hadn't arrived today. Maybe next week.
[/kinko's rant]

Yahoo is going to redesign their homepage. Good. I think that's a great idea. I don't like the way their homepage looks at all. But hopefully it won't be all ads all the time. The redesign could be great or it could be the last thing in a long list of things that makes me not what to go there.

The thought of moving somewhere else has been floating around in my head for the last week or so. That's not good. I really do like it here, and I can't think of any reason to leave. I just want to try a new place. Maybe Seattle or Maine or Montana. I don't know. Maybe Canada. Or England might rock. Who knows. Or maybe I should stay in one place for more than a year. There's just something about the idea of totally starting over that appeals to me. And that sort of says something about me. That I never really stick around to finish anything. Hey look, the Iron Chef is on, cool.

Four years of High School at OJR and all I got was asthma That quote made me laugh. Those shirts sound pretty funny. I was trying to remember the senior t-shirts my class did. I think it was some sort of top ten list. It was kind of funny, but nothing like the asthma quote.

Maybe Robbin Crosby wasn't as influential as Dee Dee Ramone, but I still think it's sad that he died. Ratt, back in the day, was one of my favorites.

Just got back from the vet. My dog is so well behaved. She got lots of jerky treats when we got home. Yeah, this post sucks. I needed to test this out, and I just didn't want to type, 'test'. That's lame and it sucks. But then so does this post.

sigh.

All morning I've been waiting for noon so I could sign up and try out this comment shit on bloglin. I don't know if I'll keep it, but I was curious about it. So I signed up exactly at 12:00 EST. And this is the post that is supposed to make it all work. We'll see...

This is how Jedi I am. Good times. I might take the test again.

Hey now. I got a brand new leather spiffy ass chair for my office today. It's got arms and a cushy back and I can adjust it to pretty much any configuration. So much better than the one I had before. I feel like Captain Kirk in this bad boy. And hopefully, I'll be able to lean back without totally overbalancing and falling on my head again.

Yay! AtAT is back. I've been having AtAT withdrawls for the past 5 weeks. Now I can resume obsessively checking their site for updates. Good times again.

Who knew that Buffalo was so wild and crazy?

There is so much I need to get done tonight. And what have I been doing? I've been refreshing blogger's home page to see the most recently updated blog list. There are some bizarre blogs out there. But I'm just procrastinating. As usual. Hmmm, what else can I do? [besides the stuff that needs to get done]

Dinner might have to be pizza from Mark's. I'm totally craving it right now. They have the best pizza. Not ever, but it's pretty darn tasty. And I can't get the thought of it out of my mind.

Ok, today was the newly designated "Quit Day." This week is shaping up to be better than last week, so I don't think that I'll need to smoke, but I still have over a half of a pack left. I think Quit Day should be when that pack runs out. Either tomorrow or Wednesday. And that will be the last rationalization.

Here's a good reason why eating at your desk is bad. There is a big freaking crumb stuck underneath my spacebar in the keyboard and it refuses to get dislodged. That means half the stuff I type ends up lookinglikethis. I wish 'they' would let me keep the can of air at my desk, but 'they' keep that stuff under lock and key. And I'm not talking about the Dokken album either.

Yuck. I feel awful today. Too much fun last night. And I just remembered, I never got a chance to go back and see the sausage guy.