hikaru's vox thing.

• Given that I'm only working a half-day, I should probably care more about accomplishing things.  Unsurprisingly, I don't.
• This link is mostly for Reg, because I mentioned it the other day, but: E-Mancipate: "Mantyhose" for men.  Hilariously, on Friday night in our way to the (lame, overpriced) bar we went to with my big gay friends, there was a guy wearing silver hose/tights/leggings/whatever going in.  "Is that gay wearing tights?" #1 asked.  Yes, yes he was. 
• So, yes, can has a Reg.  Our time together has included: going to the museum to look at dinosaurs, seeing loads of drunk people wandering around for St Patrick's Day Weekend (this is what happens when you live in a college neighborhood, thank you DePaul), eating cupcakes, and sitting around being nerdy.
• We saw Watchmen on Saturday and it was pretty awesome.  I honestly did not even recognize Patrick Wilson until after Reg identified him.  The movie was pretty intense.  I do think that some of the cultural context is going to be lost on a lot of younger people, who don't know much about Vietnam, the Cold War, etc.  Our audience was surprisingly good; I was anticipating a lot of confused older people and wriggly children and inappropriate laughter (well, there was that one time where someone couldn't help but laugh), but it seemed like the audience was, you know, not a group of idiots. FTW.  Now I just need to (finally) read the graphic novel.
• The guys behind us at the movie were having a Very Serious conversation about masturbation.  No, really.  They were talking about, like, the masturbation champion of Japan.  It was really really WTF-worthy.
• I wish this report would finish running so I could leave.  Grrrr.
• Also, I think my  boss forgot I'm leaving early today.  ;\

• Acclaimed Colombian Institution Has 4800 Books and 10 Legs - the story of one man and his biblioburro.  No, really.  (omg the donkeys are named Alfa and Beto, that is so priceless.) 
• Ahhhh day almost half over already, A+++.
• As always, looking at jobs in the non-profit sector depresses the hell out of me.  Would I like working for a company that's doing something that I believe in?  Yes.  Do I want to take a 50% pay cut in order to work more hours in a more demanding position further from home?  No.  I'm sure a better, more humanitarian person would be okay with that, but I'm not.  Being in a position to be able to provide for myself trumps doing stuff that makes me feel good.
• Mmm, pretty, prematurely greying man with Australian (?) accent in elevator.  So what if I like pretty things?
• I always feel guilty using the restroom right after the cleaning person has cleaned it.
• In more serious linkage: Man in Bloomingdale charged with beating his boss to death, claims "gay panic" defense.  (Don't read down to the comments on the article; they're atrocious.)  "He told detectives he beat the victim until his arm was tired," [Assistant State's Attorney] Therieau reported to [DuPage County Associate Judge] Ostling. "He also told them he'd do it again if the opportunity presented itself."  He's claiming the absolutely absurd "gay panic" defense, and yet after the deceased allegedly made advances towards the man, the man had time to get up, get dressed (there's a whole side detail about the fact that the guy was living at the shop and the two were sharing a bed), put on gloves, and find something to beat the victim with.  And then proceeded to steal money and attempt to steal a car.  What.  The fuck.  Because clearly, clearly, the appropriate response when you panic because someone allegedly hits on you is to take some time out to put on clothes and gloves before beating that person to death. Using that defense requires the action to be taken immediately after the sexual advance is made, because the theory is that you basically snap and are temporarily insane because of your fear/disgust/whatever.  I imagine it could, and will be, argued that taking the time out to wander around, get dressed, find gloves, and find a blunt object doesn't satisfy the requirement of immediate action.  Someday, the courts are going to stop allowing this bullshit "defense". I hope it happens sooner rather than later.  Talk about victim blaming, god.
• Dude, listening to these recruiters conduct interviews is hilarious whenever the candidate is obviously an idiot.
• I love it when people send out emails asking for me to do a specific project for them ASAP OMG QUICKLY but then don't respond to my repeated requests for clarification.  Guess what, I can't get your info until you actually tell me what you want.
• Seriously, seriously, self, it doesn't matter how badly you want chicken nuggets.  Stop eating at freaking McDonalds.  The only thing I should be eating there is ice cream; everything else does a damn number on my insides.
• IT'S ALMOST REG TIME.  Whee.
• Off I go!

• Sears Tower to be renamed Willis Tower.  Whaaaaaaaa?  Laaaaame.   This goes on the list of "renamed landmarks that I will not call by their new name," which includes Starlake Amphitheatre, the IC Light Amphitheatre (which apparently doesn't even exist anymore?), and the Civic Arena.  (I still have a hard time with Heinz Field and PNC Park, too.)  I haven't lived in Chicago long enough to get confused over Marshall Fields vs. Macy's, but I do still refer to the LaSalle Bank Theatre instead of the Bank of America Theatre. 
• Ugh, surprise dark chocolate.  Now, I like dark chocolate, don't get me wrong, but I like to be prepared for it and not just blindly bite into a piece that's all LOL HEY THERE.
• So I ordered stuff on Amazon (US) last night and it is shipping today.  I ordered stuff on Amazon (UK) a week ago and it still hasn't shipped yet.  I've never bought from Amazon UK before -- is a ridiculous delay normal?  I know my credit card can be used internationally so I don't think that's the problem.  I don't know what Amazon's problem is, but I am getting impatient.  I sent them an O HAI WHERE'S MY STUFFS email this morning.  (So it looks like we'll be making up our own Chinese dialogue, Reg.  Sweet.)
• #1 posted a link on his Facebook yesterday for last minute travel deals, and like the easily distracted person that I am, I spent forever just fooling around on the travel site, checking out deals.  There were trips to Madrid with hotel and flights for under $500.  And, yeah, I should not be perusing last minute travel deals.  Particularly international travel, given that my passport is expiring soon (if it didn't expire already) and Manuel would probably require a visa from whatever country we visit to get in.  And also because we apparently have "no money" (note: that's Manuel!speak, not, you know, actual truth).
• Okay, I take back my angst at Amazon UK.  They sent me this long highly apologetic email about how their distributor was out of stock but somehow didn't notify Amazon that they were and that they're so sorry for the delay and hope I'm not all too upset about it and they anticipate it to ship on blah date and omg, US customer service, pls take note, it was the nicest "sorry for the unannounced delay" letter I've ever seen.  (Even if it's not supposed to ship for another month.)
• Although I read their page about the distributor and it says that the distributor only ships in the UK, so now I have to email them back to see if they're even going to ship to me, or if they've missed the fact that the thing is being sent off to the US.  Arrrrrgh.  (If they won't, uh, I'm going to need someone in the UK to receive a package to send out to me.)
• So the boys are going to Xanadu on Friday night.  And Manuel was all emo disappointed when I didn't get a ticket for him, even though I'm not going.  I had somehow not expected him to want to hang out with all my gay friends on his own.  Anyhow, there's an extra ticket now (a friend of #1's was supposed to go, but now she isn't available) and I asked #1 if I could buy it from him for Manuel.  Apparently Cute Oboe Player else beat me to it, but his friend is wishy-washy over actually going,  in which case I can get the ticket for Manuel.  "Unfortunately," #1 says, "I can't accept sexual favors from your husband like I could from [other guy]'s friend, so there would need to be some kind of cash or check involved."  Oh, honey.  There are so many responses I can have to that, I don't even know where to start.
• So tired. :(
• On the list of things I'm not interested in doing today: calling one of our HR support lines to get them to deal with an issue that's been ping-ponging around departments since late February and has finally landed in our lap, only it's not even remotely within the scope of my department's responsibilities.  Iiiiii think I'm going to put this off until tomorrow.
• It's been snowing on and off today.  SNOWING.  I do not approve.
• Want nap want nap want nap.
• Of course, I can't, really, because when I get home, I need to a) clean the second bathroom, b) put dishes in the dishwasher because no one else is going to do it, c) clean, or at least push stuff out of the way, in the second room, d) study for my midterm on Saturday, e) do 879485 other things I've forgotten about. 
• omfg want to go home.
• Aghhhhh New Orleans flights for $230.  Aghhhhh.
• I feel sort of like hurling.  Lame, insides.  Lame.
• Omgggg come on, longest ten minutes ever.  WANT TO GO HOME.

• I've been trying to catch up with Brothers & Sisters, now that it looks like I may be getting part of my Sunday evenings back, and now that Daniel and Irene are gone and I can actually watch my TV again.  And I love Scotty.  Have I mentioned that?  The whole show should really be about him and Kevin.  And maybe sometimes Justin.  And Rebecca sometimes because she's pretty. 
• I love that Scotty's less afraid to speak his mind around Kevin, even though he still usually holds it all in until he explodes in overdramatic bitchery.  You can see the lightbulb go off in his head, but by then he's too deep into his angst to really stop then.  "What part of 'in sickness or in health' means leaving me alone with your mother?'"  Oh, honey, I love you.  It's a hard habit to break, but it's like you can see him realizing what he's doing as he does it.  You keep all the crap in until it just explodes until suddenly you're complaining about something that happened months ago.  And then the other person gets pissed off that you're freaking out about stuff they thought was old news, and then you get pissed off that the other person got pissed off and say, 'well, I'm just not going to bring this stuff up since it never accomplishes anything'.  And then the cycle repeats.  Not that I, uh, identify with that in any way. 
• Hey, awesome, the lights on my floor just went out.  Computers are still on, but the ceiling lights all went down.  We've got mood lighting.
• And again.  This mood lighting is making me want to nap.
• I spent about 20 minutes looking for my wallet this morning, almost convinced that I'd lost it, since the last I remembered having it was when we went out for dinner on Saturday.  After a frustrated last ditch throwing of stuff around on the bed, I found it, of course right in a spot I SWEAR I'd looked at 86356 times.
• DISPATCH MY PACKAGE, AMAZON.  DISPATCH!
• I was reading an article today about Watchmen and how people keep walking out of the movie in disgust, and, man, my mind just boggles at how people can go into a movie without any idea whatsoever of the content, especially if they're toting children along with them.  THIS IS AN R-RATED MOVIE.  YOU SHOULD NOT BE BRINGING LITTLE CHILDREN TO IT.  I haven't read the graphic novel yet (I started but decided to wait to read it until after I saw the movie) and only know a bare minimum of the content (I'm not seeing the movie until this weekend), but I know enough to know that I would not take a small child to this movie.  I can understand walking out because you're offended somehow, sort of, as an adult.  And I imagine it's real easy for childless me to sit here and point fingers, but.  I mean, as a parent, shouldn't you have some sort of responsibility to be informed before you take your small children (I'm talking, like, under 10) to a movie that you know nothing about?  I know you can't be hyper-vigilant all the time, and kids mature at different rates, etc. etc., but... like.  They even changed the way movie ratings are displayed to give you more information about why they were rated like that (nudity, drug use, extreme violence, whatever).  I don't know how much room you have to cry foul when you didn't do your own part to evaluate whether an R-rated movie is going to be appropriate for your kid.
• I love it when my job duties wind up including things that require me to pretend that I know what I'm talking about.  No, really.  It makes me happy and I feel like more of a grown-up than I really do.
• Oh, honey, forwarding vaguely dirty jokes to the work e-mail of someone who works in HR?  Are you actually thinking this through before you hit send?  Do you not realize that if someone decides to complain about your email, that IT can see where you got it from, who you sent it to, whether those people forwarded it on, etc.?  lolarious, darling.

I can't cut or filter on here since I'm crossposting from Vox, all hail the one blogging site work hasn't blocked yet, so feel free to ignore this part if you're not part of/do not care about Tabula Rasa.  :P

Genderswitch:  Nick Stokes wakes up a girl, y/n/wtf?  If y, then omg I need PB ideas.  You know he'd make a pretty, pretty girl.  The timing is sort of bad given the craptastic emo he's had, but you know me, I'm more than glad to put my pups through wacky shit just for the lulz.  When is genderswitch, anyway?  (Not that I can't find this answer on my own once I get home, but whatever.)  Nick's second islandversary is coming up on the 21st and (hopefully, because you never know) won't be as traumatic as last year's.  I've still got no idea what to give him for NDPD.  I was thinking maybe some sort of birdfeeder?  Or some sort of tool set so he can be totally nerdular and make toys?  But I also kind of want to give him something Totally Awesome, only I don't know what that Totally Awesome thing would be.  INTERNET, GIVE ME ANSWERS.

Got our (tentative) schedule for the inauguration.  Parade day, we have to be at the registration point by 7 am, and they're recommending that we aim to be there as early as 4.  Nnnnnrgh.  That's cruel and unusal right there.  For anyone playing along at home (is the parade even televised?  I don't know) we're marching behind the Howard University band, and the Pennsylvania state float (woo!), and in front of the Ohio State band.  A fellow alto sax player from the Houston band friended me on Facebook, which is exciting, it makes me feel like I'm networking or something, and he's very pretty (and, you know, very gay, but we know how my tastes run, anyway).  Not that being pretty matters, but I'm okay with the fact that I'm very shallow sometimes.  I now dub him my temporary big gay marching BFF, because I can.

I have accomplished next to nothing today at work, and I'm not planning on accomplishing anything between now and 5:00, either.  Our network has been all jacked up, and between not letting me get to my email, not letting me send email, not letting me access stuff on our shared drives, and just generally being craptastic, I've got very little motivation to care about much right now.  I just got a whole load of email from this morning dumped into my inbox.  ;\

In other news, why hello thar, ridiculous character bleed.  ;\  (Well, not now, but the second I get home and tag again, I probably will be all ;____; again.)  It's some fabulous stuff, this threading, but it is ripping out my heart.  I'm going to blame my weeping over stupid fictional characters on the fact that I think I accidentally skipped a day of medication, and will just assume that it made my brain all wonky.  That's the story I'm sticking to, at least.

My guts hurt.  My knee hurts.  My back hurts.  This does not bode well for being on my feet most of the weekend.  Sigh.

We're supposed to be getting more snow, and are apparently under a blizzard warning.  It looks like the weather will clear up by the end of the week--it's calling for some snow on Friday, but Saturday looks okay.  DC on the 20th is calling for 38 degrees, which is positively delightful compared to what we've had here lately. 

Augh, long day is long.  I want to go  home and sleep.  Instead I've got to go to rehearsal after work.  I'm hoping that I'll be able to get into a practice room to at least go through the music once or twice before rehearsal.  I've listened to the songs a bunch of times and have, uh, air-saxophoned, but not actually played.  I also left my lyre and flipbook at home, so I'm hoping that we're not actually going to practice playing and marching today.

Also, I really really REALLY REALLY hate the fact that everyone seems to decide to stop and have long extended chats with each other right outside of my cube.  It's great for eavesdropping and hearing office gossip but, omg seriously, I'm so tired of listening to other peoples' conversations all day long.  Arrrrr.

• I trekked over to school today to return my library books and to check out the bookstore for my textbook.... which is not in yet.  Sigh. 
• It's snowing today.  YAY SNOW.  I can't help it if I like snow a whole lot.  I'm hoping I get to go FROLIC IN IT if it sticks around over the weekend and I can convince Reg that we need to be frolicking. 
• There was a rally in support of Israel in the Federal Plaza (across the street from where I work) this afternoon.  The police presence was huge.  Not surprising, really, given the topic of the rally, but I wasn't really expecting parts of the sidewalk on Dearborn to be just a line of police officers.  There were just a handful of protesters there, and the police largely looked bored. 
• Incidentally, every time there are protesters at a rally at Federal Plaza, the police keep them on the southeast corner of Dearborn & Adams, right outside the federal building (I think it's the federal court building).  I wonder if this is done in order to keep them on federal property or something, so if things get out of hand the charges against people would be different/more severe.  The northern two corners of the intersection are commercial buildings. I guess it would depend on who that particular part of the sidewalk belongs to ... the city or the federal government.  Or maybe it's just a coincidence and I'm reading too much into it.
• Got to chat with one of our attorneys today while he was waiting for my boss.  Seriously, the attorneys I interact with here are some of the nicest, least assholeish guys ever.  There's that stereotype of corporate lawyers, or even lawyers in general, of being pretty much big jerks, but these guys somehow are pretty mellow, and also usually hilarious.  Corporate culture will never fail to surprise me.
• I'm pretty sure that Ambiguously Gay Recruiter has been laid off.  Well, replace "pretty sure" with "almost positive", actually, given the near-empty state of his cube and the fact that I always hear him mentioning funny job postings he's seen.  Another recruiter just had her last day today and is leaving for another company, and I don't think they're replacing her.  And yet all of the other recruiters are running around like crazy because they keep getting new territories and are overworked.  Our department isn't really in danger, but at this point I'm just thankful I still have a job, seriously.
• Every day, I am sad that Mr. Metrosexual on the other side of the floor, is married with children.  He'd make a very, very pretty gay man.  (Of course, not that being married with children means anything or says that he's definitively not a pretty gay man, etc. etc. whatever, he's pretty, okay?)
• djdfgdgdgd almost had to interact with creepy mailroom guy.  We've got two mailroom guys -- one cool one who comes around and talks to me about movies and TV and comic books and tech stuff.  And then there's this creepy guy who just reminds me of a turtle and he smells funny and just kind of has this lecherous look about him that freaks me out.
• NOW I GET TO GO RETRIEVE MYSELF A REG.

• I am so freaking tired.  This is starting to get ridiculous.
• I've got my doctor's appointment tonight all the way out in the middle of nowhere.  Ugh.  Like I'm not exhausted enough as it is.  Sometimes I'm not sure that the benefits outweigh the costs (not monetary) of dragging my butt all the way out there.  I forgot to bring a book to entertain me while waiting.  I'd like to think that maybe I'll write or something, buuut... yeah, probably not.  I'll probably just struggle to stay awake on the train like I usually do.
• I'm so tired that I've started making stupid mistakes on the file I'm working on.  Fail.  Time to go to a different, mindless task like sorting papers, so I don't have to undo anything tomorrow.
• Bluh.  My desire to do mindless tasks has been replaced with having to help pull up 100-some pages of information from our staffing system.  I want to stab myself in the eyes right now.
• I was however able to cross 3.5 items off of my to-do list at work.  (The .5 is something that I've done my part on, and just need to wait for responses from others.)  Don't ask how many items remain, or how many more just got tacked on.  ;\
• I CAN HAS A REG TOMORROW.  Wheee. 
• I need to go to the bookstore to pick up my textbook for the upcoming semester.  I stopped in over the past couple of days,  but the textbook section was closed because the windows in that side of the building got busted out somehow, so they closed off the whole area while they were waiting to replace them or whatever.  I called today to see if it was open and (allegedly) it is, but I don't have time to go today.  I don't have time to go tomorrow, either, but I think I'm just going to have to make time.  (I suppose I could run over now since I've got some time to kill before heading out to the middle of nowhere, but then I might have to actually lug the book around all night, which would suck.)
• We (and by we, I mean the 7 people from band who are going to the big gay inaugural parade) are getting together on Monday night to practice.  This would be fabulous if I had made the time to practice my music beforehand so I don't suck all over the place like a loser.  I've tried going to the library for the practice rooms, but every time I've gone, the wait has been really long and my desire to go home is greater than my desire to sit around until 8 waiting for a room.  Anyhow, the music's not hard really, but there are a few tricky spots and a few places the altos have the melody (as opposed to clarinet, where I would have been trilling the whole time or something).  And also, Sousa.  ;\\\\\ I NEED MORE TIME IN MY LIFE.  Seriously.  It's not even like I'm doing anything now that's a timesuck.  All I know is that I get home after work and then WHAM it's 11:00.
• Blah.

So today kind of fails already.  I couldn't sleep last night, despite the fact that I was way, way tired.  I'd like to blame it on the completely ridiculously giddy (and also terrified omg I just want to squish him because of adorable but he's fictional, which is a problem) (no, honestly, THERE IS NOT ENOUGH CAPSLOCK IN THE WORLD for how completely wibbly-in-a-good-way I am over this) (CAPSLOCK.) pup who wouldn't stop flailing (in a manly fashion) in my head, but really, it's probably just that my body likes to mess with me.  Anyhow, when I woke up I hit the snooze button about a thousand times, so I didn't get out of bed until late, and then I was running even later because I'm just slow.  I was going to walk home from work today, but I didn't feel like trying to find clothes to change into and pack my backpack so, whatever, screw it, I'll start next week.  My battery to my mp3 player is inexplicably dead.  I forgot to bring my lunch (we had pizza leftovers) and I really don't want to trudge outside to find food.  Bus fares went up 25-cents so I had to find a quarter to ride the bus (SINCE SOMEONE LOST MY BUS PASS).  I had to wait FOREVER for the bus, but I didn't want to walk to the train because then I would have had to fuss with the transit pass machines. 

Work is boring.  No one is in.  It was apparently hectic over the past week, when I wasn't here,  but today is full of lame.  I've got a report that I was supposed to finish back in November that needs to get done before the government starts breathing down our necks about it.  I've moved from thorough to oh-god-just-be-done-already mode with the report.  I did at least get a Christmas card from one of the high-powered hoity-toity outside attorneys that we keep on retainer; me and every other person in the guy's phone book, but whatever.  I'd like to feel special for about 30 seconds.  I had to change my password to log on this morning and now I always mistype and seriously, seriously, it needs to start letting me reuse passwords soon because I am running out of ideas).  I got to crawl under a colleague's desk to fix her printer.  (There was a tiny piece of paper jammed in under the ink thinger, which she was afraid to take out lest it explode or something.) 

My dad called and left me a zillion messages over the weekend, none of which I picked up because I was so just not interested in talking to them.  He emailed me and was like HELP THE ANTIVIRUS IS TAKING OVER THE COMPUTER.  I think the license lapsed -- it's freeware, but is still licensed, and if you don't regularly update the software, you'll miss the update that will renew the license, based on what I read this morning.  So tonight I get to call him and provide free tech support, ugh.  I'd prefer to pawn him off on Manuel.

I love the shirt I'm wearing -- grey with white cuffs and collar -- but the cuffs/collar get dirty far too easily, given that they're, oh, white.  It makes me feel kind of dirty.  Time to bust out the bleach, I suppose.  Fail.  I need to pay for my next semester, still.  Maybe I'll run a check over there on Monday.  Between that and the morgage payment, my bank account is going to burst into anthropomorphic tears or something.  I need to find time to practice my music for the parade.  I need to find my flip book or order a new one.  (Ah, screw it, they're cheap and I need an excuse to put in an order at WWBW anyway.  I'm debating between a new ligature or mouthpiece; I think the ligature is going to win just because my current one is all stretched out, and also the world of mouthpieces is really confusing, between all of the different options you have.)  (Ahahaha holy shit I almost accidentally ordered $1000 worth of stuff from WWBW -- I developed the bad habit of adding things I am interested in to my cart, so I can make decisions later.  Well, let's just say it's a good thing I didn't blindly click on the order button, or else I would have ended up with, like, 30 ligatures.)  A package I ordered that was coming from Singapore arrived faster than a package I ordered from Amazon on the same day.  The package from Amazon is coming from a facility in Chicago.  (The Singapore package was one of those adorable keychains I linked from Etsy the other day; I got a Lovely Pink Sheep and it is, indeed, lovely.)

On the upside... I can has Reg next weekend!   Huzzah!  We will be doing... things.  To be specified later.  Because I am a sucky hostess and never have good ideas for things to do, or, at least, for cheap things to do.  (lol if it weren't like a mile away, and also sort of creepy, I would suggest that we go walk past the AJ house ;) )

Aw, hey, look at that, I just got an email from one of the guys from the saxophone group inviting me to a big group dinner thing at a Korean place this weekend.  I have a whole other group of big gay friends who have adopted me now, look at that!  (Hilariously, there is zero overlap between this group and the guys I go big gay barhopping with.  These two groups really would not mix well, not least because Cocky Mcsjhfgpants is included in this other group.) 

Mmm, phone call from guy with British accent, A+.  I couldn't actually help him with his problem, but it was nice listening to him explain it before I had to redirect him to someone else.

Augh, lunch not agreeing with me.  Failboat.  ;\

My hair is growing out, unsurprisingly.  I'm okay with how the bangs have grown out, sort of, but I hate what's going on in the back.  I'd like to hold out until March to get it cut again, though.  I got my hair cut three times last year , when in the three years prior to that, I think I got my hair cut once. When did I turn into such a girl?  Anyhow, since I dropped so much money on my stupid hair last year, I'd like to try to space it better so that I can maybe get it back down to twice.  It would be easier if I hadn't fully given myself over to the joy of short hair.

I honestly keep thinking this is Monday.  I know how this is going to end up; me waking up at 6:30 tomorrow morning only to have Manuel go "...wtf woman, go back to sleep."

jfdkgkdjfg end of day almost heeeere.  Huzzah!

So today kind of fails already.  I couldn't sleep last night, despite the fact that I was way, way tired.  I'd like to blame it on the completely ridiculously giddy (and also terrified omg I just want to squish him because of adorable but he's fictional, which is a problem) (no, honestly, THERE IS NOT ENOUGH CAPSLOCK IN THE WORLD for how completely wibbly-in-a-good-way I am over this) (CAPSLOCK.) pup who wouldn't stop flailing (in a manly fashion) in my head, but really, it's probably just that my body likes to mess with me.  Anyhow, when I woke up I hit the snooze button about a thousand times, so I didn't get out of bed until late, and then I was running even later because I'm just slow.  I was going to walk home from work today, but I didn't feel like trying to find clothes to change into and pack my backpack so, whatever, screw it, I'll start next week.  My battery to my mp3 player is inexplicably dead.  I forgot to bring my lunch (we had pizza leftovers) and I really don't want to trudge outside to find food.  Bus fares went up 25-cents so I had to find a quarter to ride the bus (SINCE SOMEONE LOST MY BUS PASS).  I had to wait FOREVER for the bus, but I didn't want to walk to the train because then I would have had to fuss with the transit pass machines. 

Work is boring.  No one is in.  It was apparently hectic over the past week, when I wasn't here,  but today is full of lame.  I've got a report that I was supposed to finish back in November that needs to get done before the government starts breathing down our necks about it.  I've moved from thorough to oh-god-just-be-done-already mode with the report.  I did at least get a Christmas card from one of the high-powered hoity-toity outside attorneys that we keep on retainer; me and every other person in the guy's phone book, but whatever.  I'd like to feel special for about 30 seconds.  I had to change my password to log on this morning and now I always mistype and seriously, seriously, it needs to start letting me reuse passwords soon because I am running out of ideas).  I got to crawl under a colleague's desk to fix her printer.  (There was a tiny piece of paper jammed in under the ink thinger, which she was afraid to take out lest it explode or something.) 

My dad called and left me a zillion messages over the weekend, none of which I picked up because I was so just not interested in talking to them.  He emailed me and was like HELP THE ANTIVIRUS IS TAKING OVER THE COMPUTER.  I think the license lapsed -- it's freeware, but is still licensed, and if you don't regularly update the software, you'll miss the update that will renew the license, based on what I read this morning.  So tonight I get to call him and provide free tech support, ugh.  I'd prefer to pawn him off on Manuel.

I love the shirt I'm wearing -- grey with white cuffs and collar -- but the cuffs/collar get dirty far too easily, given that they're, oh, white.  It makes me feel kind of dirty.  Time to bust out the bleach, I suppose.  Fail.  I need to pay for my next semester, still.  Maybe I'll run a check over there on Monday.  Between that and the morgage payment, my bank account is going to burst into anthropomorphic tears or something.  I need to find time to practice my music for the parade.  I need to find my flip book or order a new one.  (Ah, screw it, they're cheap and I need an excuse to put in an order at WWBW anyway.  I'm debating between a new ligature or mouthpiece; I think the ligature is going to win just because my current one is all stretched out, and also the world of mouthpieces is really confusing, between all of the different options you have.)  (Ahahaha holy shit I almost accidentally ordered $1000 worth of stuff from WWBW -- I developed the bad habit of adding things I am interested in to my cart, so I can make decisions later.  Well, let's just say it's a good thing I didn't blindly click on the order button, or else I would have ended up with, like, 30 ligatures.)  A package I ordered that was coming from Singapore arrived faster than a package I ordered from Amazon on the same day.  The package from Amazon is coming from a facility in Chicago.  (The Singapore package was one of those adorable keychains I linked from Etsy the other day; I got a Lovely Pink Sheep and it is, indeed, lovely.)

On the upside... I can has Reg next weekend!   Huzzah!  We will be doing... things.  To be specified later.  Because I am a sucky hostess and never have good ideas for things to do, or, at least, for cheap things to do.  (lol if it weren't like a mile away, and also sort of creepy, I would suggest that we go walk past the AJ house ;) )

Aw, hey, look at that, I just got an email from one of the guys from the saxophone group inviting me to a big group dinner thing at a Korean place this weekend.  I have a whole other group of big gay friends who have adopted me now, look at that!  (Hilariously, there is zero overlap between this group and the guys I go big gay barhopping with.  These two groups really would not mix well, not least because Cocky Mcsjhfgpants is included in this other group.) 

Mmm, phone call from guy with British accent, A+.  I couldn't actually help him with his problem, but it was nice listening to him explain it before I had to redirect him to someone else.

Augh, lunch not agreeing with me.  Failboat.  ;\

My hair is growing out, unsurprisingly.  I'm okay with how the bangs have grown out, sort of, but I hate what's going on in the back.  I'd like to hold out until March to get it cut again, though.  I got my hair cut three times last year , when in the three years prior to that, I think I got my hair cut once. When did I turn into such a girl?  Anyhow, since I dropped so much money on my stupid hair last year, I'd like to try to space it better so that I can maybe get it back down to twice.  It would be easier if I hadn't fully given myself over to the joy of short hair.

I honestly keep thinking this is Monday.  I know how this is going to end up; me waking up at 6:30 tomorrow morning only to have Manuel go "...wtf woman, go back to sleep."

jfdkgkdjfg end of day almost heeeere.  Huzzah!