I’m up here in the library, working on a paper. It’s going well, actually. I started from nothing at 9 AM, and I’m moving towards actually being mostly finished.
I do have to pee, but I don’t want to pack up the laptop and such just to run into the restroom, and I won’t leave them sitting out because there is, at times, a considerable amount of theft in here. I have to return the laptop to circulation in an hour anyway, so it’s no big deal.
I’m cold too. Not freezing, just noticably chilly. What can I do about it though? No sweater, and I’m getting so much done that I don’t want to run outside just to warm up.
I’m in a generally good mood though. Actually, I’m in a really good mood. Not because of anything or for any specific reason. I’m just happy. Actually, I’m happy enough that if I was in a bad mood, I’d be pissed at me for being so happy and smiley.
So, how’s it going?
(Note to mods: I debated between MPSIMS or IMHO. I finally decided this was more of a poll, so I stuck it here. Hope I got it right.)
So you’re cold and you gotta pee? And this is ok?
Me, I’m fine. Another hour, and I’ll have some lunch and then head home to get ready to go up north for my nephew’s christening.
Psyching myself up to do one last little project before I leave early at 3:30. I’m also in a good mood because of this weekend, which will be filled with bike rides, Kylie Minogue dance parties, doable homework and a possible Palm Pilot purchase!
Glad it’s Friday, or I’d lose my poor, frazzled mind.
Had a brief moment of happiness today, when I discovered around 2 pm that it was sunny out. I got to enjoy the sunshine for roughly 5 seconds between being in a building and being in a shuttle bus. Now I’m back in the Horrible Little Cubicle Cave From Hell.
Looking forward to yet another weekend of being sad, poor and alone.
I’m thinking about Rebound Boy. He knows he’s rebound, I know I’m his rebound, but is this ok? We both got dumped on the same day, and we talk and flirt, but he lives 3 states away, so it’s not like we’re going to get terribly attached to each other.
I had a grilled chicken gyro for lunch. It was scrumptious. No more fast food for me.
I actually have work I could be doing now, but I am procrastinating. I don’t want to have to do it until the last possible second, that way I will rush and get it done.
It’s chilly in my office. I wish I could take my shoes off, because my feet hurt, but the floor in here is disgusting.
pbrtallboy and I are chatting on AIM. We’re having a competition to see who can come up with the weirdest chatroom name. I think he’s winning. One of my researchers just came in here and saw that I was in “Way Gay Chit Chat” and his SN has something about being gay in it, so I’m sure the rumors have begun. It will take about 5 more minutes before the receptionist calls me and asks me if I’m a lesbian.
I’m glad it’s the weekend. I’m glad it’s supposed to rain all weekend, too.
I’m really tired right now. I’m glad it’s Friday, but I still have a football game to go to tonight, so I can’t take a nap quite yet. I still have to write a paper for English this weekend, though, and I have no idea how to start. It’s supposed to be about the theme of some assigned short story. Themes and I don’t get along well. But it’s not due until Wednesday, so I can procrastinate a little longer.
My feet hurt, too. And the top part of my right hand. And my back. I hate doing pushups. And why does my hand still hurt? I did those pushups almost 7 hours ago. Grrr. (My month of JROTC has more or less confirmed that I don’t wish to join the military. It’s decent enough now, but I think years and years would be a nightmare.)
I’m also hungry, as I last ate 4 hours ago. I wonder what we have in the house to eat. I thought I saw some pasta salad in the works earlier. That would be good, yes.
But all in all, I’m not in a bad mood. I’m feeling rather cheerful for the first time this week. How nice.
Bored. Hungry. Anxious to go home. Dreading going to this lame bachelor party tonight and spending money I should be spending on something else (or, better yet, saving).
Happy, mostly bored
I had the day off, so I slept in, took the dog out, got my teeth cleaned, went shopping, came home, took the dog for a run on the beach, and now I’m cooling off.
All in all, not a very productive day, but not a bad one, either. I feel fine, except I’ve been bitten by a few mosquitos and now I’m a little worried about this West Nile virus thing going around.
I’m sleepy, and once I get home, I have to fry 3 packages of tortillas for chips and bake brownies for a party I’m co-hosting at a local bar. Did I mention I’m sleepy? And I’m PMSing, so I’m all bloated and chunky. Gosh, I really need to find a running partner, I just can’t motivate myself. I’m also sleepy. And I have an 8:30 a.m. class tomorrow.
I just got home from school, and have eaten my one freaky-enormous meal - typical on weekdays, when I’m not hungry enough to eat breakfast and being a very picky eater, won’t eat the school’s lunch. I’m feeling a bit sluggish, but expect to perk up in an hour or two. I’m otherwise feeling okay.
Just woke up. Waiting for the mail to come with my choose your own adventure books about Tenopia. A little sleepy and groggy but still stoked about getting a laserdisc player. I may use that to channel enough energy to go out shopping.
Oh, and my ass hurts. I need a need chair or a new pillow for my old chair…
I have a terrible headache, I’m depressed, hungry, and cold, and I’m afraid I’m just going to sleep right through my week-long vacation and get nothing done around here that I need to do.
Y’know that pleasant feeling of slight anticipation and hope, when something seems to be going well? It’s a happy, faintly trembling, fluttery sort of thing. You feel optimistic and nervous at the same time. The possibility of good things are on the horizon. That’s where I am, right now. This is usually right before the implacable hand of fate snatches happiness from your grasp yet again.
Extremely anxious and nervous at the moment thank you. Today is the day me and my fellow Boeing employees voted on a new labor contract. I don’t feel real good about the possible outcome (I voted to accept the contract) and I really do not want to go out on strike. It will be another 3 hours before I find out the results. Still have about 3 hours till the vote count is released.
