I have an overwhelming desire to re-watch Lord of the Rings and/or play D&D. Clearly, my inner geek needs appeasing.

OMG I do not want to talk politics with my coworkers no no no.

Just sayin'.

Is it lunchtime yet?

Edit: Holy smokes, Vegan twinkies. I know what I'm making this weekend!

Dear AIM,
Given that you are one of my primary mediums of communication, it is totally not okay to crash. It's especially not okay to not-quite-crash, leaving me to believe that various people are just writing really really really long responses to me. And 3 times in one night is just overkill.
Thanks,
Cat.

So, I had this weird dream last night. Weird it it's almost normality, really. I mean, I was watching birds outside my window, and then someone told me about a job they thought I should apply for. Except that, you know, there was a lion outside my window as well, and it was Jack from Torchwood suggesting a job in the interstellar fleet. Apparently Kentucky is like a whole 'nother planet.
It's stuck with me all day. Partially because my reaction to the lion was to think that Mom would be annoyed that it was messing up the brush pile, and possibly for my excitement over seeing a grosbeak and a hummingbird, even in my dream. (Albeit a hummingbird that was potentially going to be reclassified into the same class as dragons. I love that even in my dreams Mom is up on the latest bio news.)

And I got my vegan baking books, so yay. And the strawberry cupcakes were good if not really strawberryful. And I'm reading Ursula Vernon's new children's book, and I'm definitely enjoying it more than I think my niece will, but that's okay. She's a tad young for it anyway.
And I have an appointment with an allergist next week. I should have gone a long time ago, but now that I think I'm developing new allergies I'm concerned enough to want to go. Especially since I'm worried about soy, and you know what soy's in? Everything. But worst of all, chocolate.

Zomg, packing! I am bending the laws of physics and stuff.
It occured to me last night that, if I were to join a convent, all my problems would be solved. New problems would be created, of course.
This is the problem with going to bed at a decent hour-I was exhausted, but wide awake. So my brain decided to obsess about my impending doom, and my joblessness, and my love life or lack thereof. Thppty.

( Icons for turtledawn )

I'm so tired! ::whine:: I got up early on Monday to go work on a paper, and then stayed up all night working on the darn thing, so last night I couldn't sleep. Then I had to get up today to work on another couple of papers-and I'm so tired that it's going so slowly. I'm to that brain-dead dumb stage of tiredness. I'd take a nap, but there's no way I'd get up again before morning. :(

I'll be so glad when this week is over. I'm thinking about going home this weekend if it doesn't snow. I've got reading to do, but it would be nice to have my mommy making dinner for me and stuff.

I smell like gasoline. :(

Otherwise, I've had a perfectly acceptable day.

My google-fu has failed me. This is more frustrating by the fact that the information I desire, I have. On a piece of paper. In a box. Somewhere in this apartment. ::sigh:: And I just saw it not too long ago, besides.
I have no idea how to go about finding this poem, if it doesn't turn up again.
Meanwhile-Steve, were you here when I found that poem I said I'd been looking for? And if so, do you remember where the hell I put it, so I wouldn't forget where I put it?

I'm getting very tired of b.s.ing my opinion about whether or not we should withdraw from Iraq. I don't have an opinion about it. You know why? Because it doesn't matter what I think. Seriously. All the rantings of a 24 year-old amount to nada. Especially since my opinion is-"well, we're in there now, aren't we? Better do what we said we were going to do in the first place, and the get on out." I'm thinking that's not a very popular opinion. In fact, I know it isn't, but it never is. If you're in a place where you have to say "You agreed to do this, and promised to do that. Now you have to actually do that and this," you aren't going to be the popular one. If you're going to be an idiot, you should at least be an idiot with confidence. This is why one should think things out before one gets committed to doing something.

And it's really hard to express that idea formally, and make it take up a page. Especially since I have a feeling I'm not rolling with the idea of the assignment. And quite frankly, it's one of those things where I could write a paragraph, but if I get past that, I'm going to have to write a friggin' novella.

Never mind that my opinion, is based more or less on ignorance. That's okay, it works for the president. (Cheap shot, I know.) I suppose it comes of a purely academic past-I need to know, at minimum, the complete history of American interactions with Iraq (preferably presented with footnotes) before I can even start to form an idea.

At least I'm fairly secure about my grammar. The passive voice is something which I overuse, but I'm trying to restrain myself.

Edited to prove I know how old I am. Oops.