About the Franken

I think I'm finally done with my little stint into American politics. Only now I feel the urge to question every American as to their political leanings, and then to convert them to something better.

I think when I grow up I want to be a political missionary to the United States. I know I could do at least as good a job as the British did everywhere they went to spread their beliefs. Plus, when you're cute like me, people tend to just go along with whatever life-changing decision you've made for them. I like having power that way. It makes me feel taller.

Busses

I know, I don't really need to say more.

We all know that transit is a joke unless you live somewhere all the crack-heads want to go. Apparently I don't. I waited an hour and twenty minutes for a bus this morning. I got up at a quarter to five so that I could come in early.

I would say that it's OK, and that I'm happy. But that would be lying. I don't want Al Franken to write about me.

When Tuesday is like Monday

Missed work yesterday. Only I didn't miss it. Not at all. I got to see the sky, and sleep in a bit.

Today is therefore like a Monday. I was going to come in on Saturday, but now I think I won't. I don't know. So much work, so little free time. If I looked good in purple I wouldn't have to use blush because the bags under my eyes are threatening to take up my entire cheek area. Something tells me that this is not good.

Of course, the fact that I am blogging right now is rather funny. I'm so stressed that I can't work. I literally don't know where to begin. Poor Miyuki is trying to help by doing things for me, and here I am, wasting more time whining.

Oh yah, this is definitely a Monday.

But we did learn a new word:

Ignoranus: Someone who is both stupid, and an ass.

The Real Valentine's

Sheldon got home late. He showered. He fell asleep.

I did schoolwork all day. Cooked a nice dinner for two. Talked to Sheldon for five minutes. Ate dinner alone. Fought for a small corner of the bed (unconscious men are very difficult to move). Fell asleep at 1am.

On Valentines

So, the party was fun. No, really, it was. Saw Paul and Eva, Jim and the gang. Stacey and her baby. Oh yah, she's having a baby, due in May.

Moving right along. Sheldon and I rendered a fabulous performance which won us a grown-up basket o' fun. I wouldn't want to cheapen our art with a lengthy description, suffice it to say, we are sexy people in a tasteful way. Word from the wise: edible underwear is a misnomer. Word from the disappointed: they don't even taste good in chocolate (imagine fruit roll-up only thinner, and MORE plasticky).

As for the actual valentine's day... Well, pay-day is soon, which is good. The CD I wanted to get for Sheldon will not come, which is not good. :( Poor sad kim. I've decided that I'm not so much into the enforced consumerism of the day, but I like presents. It's a catch 22. Either I want that jacket from Old Navy, or I think that we should love each other unconditionally and not expect gifts on overrated commercial holidays. I think that the jacket is winning.

Ahhh the Weekend

There's nothing like a weekend when you're all drugged up and on Neo-Citrin for the nasty cold that just won't go away. Blech. Also, it seems much better when you're at work and doing lots of things, and posting... hmmm... Well, I was being productive.

Just a quick post to tantalize you with the soon to be forthcoming details of the pre-valentines party that's happening on Saturday. There will be belly dancers. I'm almost giddy with anticipation. Drugs (for my cold), booze (also for the cold, I've heard it's good to drown your germs), and exotic entertainment. If I'm not 100% better by Monday, I will be very disappointed.