Trying to get a life…
Sleeping. I got off work… an hour ago. But I have tonight off (work graveyard shifts) so I’m gonna go buy munchies and smokes at sev, then come home and sleep until I go to the bar tonight.
Oh, and I have an apple pie my Grandma made in the cupboard… hidden from my roomies before I can get to it. So I think I’m gonna go eat a slice of apple pie.
LostCause, if you find one, can you pick one up for me too? You know I’m good for it 
I should be finalizing my ethics paper, reading that book on Enron for my ethics class, cleaning my house (it’s not that messy. . .), and planning my little sister’s first trip to NYC. but i duhwanna, maybe later when my bf takes over the computer to finish his transfer applications. . .
I’m supposed to be carrying the laundry down to be washed. Not only my dirty clothes, but everybody else I live with’s too. What fun.
I should be working on my house to get it ready to sell.
But, enjoying the snow and posting here is so much more fun!
Sleeping. It’s 3 am here. But, i’m never tired at night and with the kids in bed and my husband at work, this is my prime internet usage time.
I should be in ancient Greece right now studying the work of Homer. Or I could be doing algebra problems, reading about abductive arguments, or learning about my American government teacher’s take on various political ideologies.
I also need to brush my teeth. Unlike my homework, my oral hygiene will be taken care of in the near future.
It’s Sunday night, I suppose I should be doing the ironing so I have something decent to wear for work tomorrow. But what the heck? I can’t be bothered so I’ll have to wear something indecent instead.
Well, it’s another boring Sunday afternoon at the reference desk. I’m only at this library on occasional Sundays so if we’re not busy with people asking questions, then I have nothing else to do but surf the 'net. So here I am, surfing, posting, and counting the minutes till I can blow this clambake.
I guess I should be cleaning out a paintbrush. I’m in the middle of painting my dining room and I’m taking a break while the ceiling and a bunch of trim dries a bit. By the time I get back upstairs, my trim brush is probably going to be hard as a rock.
I should be working on yet another paper. I have about five credit hours to study, complete, and submit by March 20. I think I can do it, but I’ve been writing and working on papers and schoolwork for 9 hours today - and my head hurts.
Kicker - something that happened Friday night - my “Celtic Myths and Legends” book that I got from Amazon in order to finish my “Mythology module” - it’s missing 40 pages in the middle of the book that I need to finish off to module - for one of the credit hours to be totally complete. Amazon says “We’ll send you one with all the pages! Sometime in the next week!”. And God Knows That I Now Hate Mythology With The Power of 1,000 Burning Suns.
Since the book debacle, I started in on the “Writing - A Process of Communication” module. I managed to finish my “Introduction” of myself without having to yet resort to the help of a psychologist, and now I’m in the midst of a paper on George Ryan and why he is evil incarnate. Seems to me that when I enter “corrupt governor” in the google search engine, and I get George Ryan back as the FIRST HIT, maybe I’m biting off more than I can chew. Reasonably. I am nowhere near halfway through it - I’m not finished with an intro yet. I want to change my topic, but I can’t think of one. I’m on total overload. I hate it, I hate school, I hate George Ryan, I don’t want to ever learn anything again, I missed most of Daytona, I’m tired, now I have to make dinner, and I’m worn out. Maybe I should just go to bed. 
Screw it.
I’m a real “upper”, ain’t I?
But hey - thanks for asking!!
I was supposed to go to brunch with my brother and sister in law who live in Washington D.C. But I called and cancelled earlier this morning and they were very understanding.
Devena says:
I don’t know what denomination you are, but I heard on the news channels that the Catholic Diocese of Arlington was excusing Catholics from going to mass. The anchors remarked that no one in the diocese could ever remember the last time that happened.
Cleaning my kitchen. We had a huge family get together yesterday to celebrate daughter being home on leave from the Air Force and I left the dishes that wouldn’t fit in the dishwasher in the sink. They are still there and I’m praying the dishes fairy will wave her magic wand during the night, because I’m leaving them there again tonight.
Don’t tell Flylady.
Helping my mom clean. We have guests coming a week from Friday and the house is a disaster area!
I should be doing the vast amounts of work my boss has left in my in-tray. Instead I am taking a break here and trying to block out the sound of temp. girl singing along to Nirvana.
Well. Sleeping. Or at least reading Steppenwolf.
Another, SLEEPING 
I really should be sleeping - I hate monday mornings at work!
but as I’m here in the office I really ought to be calling a colleague to discuss some really boring stuff which I’m trying to put off until after lunch…
I should be sleeping, but instead I was a stupid shmuck and came to work instead, so…
I should be compiling a help file, getting rid of the bugs in my software and, uhm, working out exactly out to use Crystal Reports in our Environment, but I came to the SDMB, so…
I’m actually doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing 
gotta love logic like that huh?
I am supposed to be at Work, running a Racing Program, but alas with the Blizzard, the shop is closed, Snow Day - Yea.