Mundane Misadventures

So I should be sleeping right now.  M will be picking me up in about 9 hours for our fun weekend of wine.  But what am I doing?  Wasting time on the internet and watching The Dark Knight.  Well, listening to it mostly.  I really only look up when the Joker's on.  (He's always been one of my favorite characters.)  I should have been finishing up the PowerPoint slides so I could email them to my group.  I think I have enough done right now.  Screw it.  I'll send them as is.  I can always change and add things later.  Aaagghh, my morning is going to be so rushed.  I've got to get this laptop back to the library and get back home by 10.  I've still got to pack.  Crapsticks.  but I am so excited!!

Ooh, it's almost the jailhouse interrogation scene.  Gotta go.

It is nearly 4:30pm on the West Coast.  The Sharks have been playing the Bruins for not quite half an hour now.  And I am missing it.  I suppose I'll miss quite a bit more unless I try to duck out of here early.  *sigh*  There's probably no point in that. 

Oh, look.  It's 1-1 with 7 minutes to go in the 1st.  I guess I'll just have to settle for watching a snippet of the 3rd period when I get home.  What's the big deal anyway?  It's only the two best teams in the league, one of which is my favorite.

Ah, hell.  Boston scored.  The fuck?!  Twice?  OK, they took one away.  Damn near gave me a heart attack. 

Stupid work.  *picture me shuffling along a dusty road, hands deep in pockets, muttering to myself, aiming a kick at a rusty tin can*

I've been at work about three hours now and I'm still in my recover from the weekend mode.  Here, have a gander at the fruit of my labor.


( Stolen From MySpace Meme )

I know that no one will read these.  Hell, I don't even know why I do them.  It's an addiction, I tells ya!  An addiction!

*ahem*  Anyway.  Two more surveys, straight from Myspace.  Enjoy.
( Moar Surveys )

I am a sucker for those inane surveys that float around MySpace all the time.  I'm bored at work and thought, what better way to reflect on the year that is hours from ending by posting a few on lj?  Be warned, this is very much a teal deer post.  Enjoy.

My Christmas went well.  My union long ago traded Veteran's Day for Christmas Eve.  So I had Wednesday off.  And since the vast majority of the university would not show up on Friday, they just decided to close that day, too.  (Of course, they are forcing us to take vacation that day.  Apparently if you do not, you are then not eligible to get holiday pay for Christmas and this is just boring.  Moving on.)

( This did seem like the wino Christmas. )

So, apparently I am awesome and supercool because I busted out an essay on a feminist economist in just five days.  Sure, that sounds like a lot, but let me break this down for you. 

( The Breakdown )