Friday, August 17, 2007

All I want for my birthday is...a hurricane?

So, my birthday is coming up, next Sunday to be exact. Which means, per usual, that it's time for a hurricane scare . For previous examples, see Katrina (2005), and Ernesto (2006 - it doesn't matter that it didn't do anything in the end. The point is that I spent the week up until my birthday worrying about it). So, lo and behold:

"Dean now a major hurricane"
It is too early to tell what, if any, impacts Dean will have on the United States but all along the western Gulf Coast, including coastal Texas and Louisiana, will want to keep monitoring Dean through the weekend into next week.

Now isn't that just peachy. I mean, New Orleans is already on my shitlist lately (see: ridiculous Entergy bills, possible failure of city's water system, soaring crime rate, etc. etc. etc.), and this isn't helping. Which means that no hurricanes are allowed to ruin my birthday this year. Hear that, Dean? That means go away. I do not need you to blow out my candles for me.

Sunday, August 5, 2007


Max: {{Sigh}}
Me: What's up?
Max: Nothing. I just wish I had two days off sometimes. (Max works six days a week, about 12 hours a day)
Me: I do admire your work ethic though.
Max: {{Laughs}} Thanks.
Me: No, seriously. I just worked for two months and I need a week off.
Max: Well, soon you'll be starting school again.
Me: {{Sigh}} I know. I hope it doesn't interfere with my social life.

Friday, August 3, 2007


The blogger home page has just informed me that I haven't updated since July 7. I suck, and I apologize to all five people who read this on a regular basis. But I'm updating now! Sort of, although I guess I'm going to have to go back to work in a minute or two. See, I'm working from home right now, and I thought it was going to be all great and vacay-like, and I would wear my pajamas all day, but mostly I just feel guilty. I felt guilty when I put my laundry in the wash, despite the fact that it only took up two minutes. I felt guilty when I ate lunch, even thought I do that on a regular basis while at the office. I felt guilty when I facebooked for a couple minutes, even though I also do that while at the office. It's like being at home has made all those random little brain-breaks that I take during the day feel worse. I mean, while at the office I do the same things (except for my laundry, obviously), but at least I'm at the office, and I can justify two minutes here and there because, for one, I have to constantly be on the alert that my boss will walk into my office, and two, because I have to be there, and thus should be compensated for my time away the more noble pursuits of laying around in the sun and drinking daiquiris. But here, partially because I expected that I might slack off a little bit, I feel much worse about it when I fulfill my own low expectations of myself. And on that note, I'm starting to feel a little bad about the fact that I'm not currently being all legal-minded, so it's back to work for me.

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