No beer, no dog poop – sigh.
Survivor followed by The Apprentice. I hope to finish the extremely dense book I’m reading tonight or tomorrow because when I went to the library last night I snagged the latest by one of my favorite authors of trashy novels.
I will go learn about the genetics of microbes for approximately 1.5 hours, after which I will go to participate in a short Japanese skit involving paper bag puppets, one of which is a zombie, and will eat the poor unsuspecting other puppets. at some point, quite likely all points, I will wish I were instead (or concurrently) drinking a beer or four.
Turn in two major final projects for one of my classes. If you don’t think that’s exciting–you don’t know what you’re missing.
It’s a good day for me, too. It’s my last day at my current job, which is exciting in itself, but on Monday I start a new job that so far sounds like it’s going to be great. So today’s the start of a long weekend. And that’s always good.
Work, NS, then hot hot sex hopefully.
Go home.
Elder-sit the mom-in-law.
Have a whiskey sour or 4.
Contemplate how I’m 48 y.o., and work in a tech field where my skills are rapidly becoming obsolete. What isn’t obsolete seems very narrowly defined. Not much demand. Feeling too old to start over, yet way too young and poor to retire.
I have a degree, majored in philosophy… so -that’s- no help! :smack:
Maybe have another whiskey sour or 4.
Clean cat poop.
Take out trash.
Sex, barbeque, more sex. Possibly some leftover barbeque.
I think I’ve already hit the high point of my day–got into the doctor’s office and actually got seen within 20 minutes. Had X-rays and discovered that I didn’t manage to break any bones in my wrist. Also, thrillingly to relate, instead of making me buy anti-inflammatories and muscle relaxers, my doctor gave me samples of those. And even more thrillingly, the drugstore was able to fill my hydrocodone-apap prescription in fewer than 5 minutes. So now I’m home, just took a few pills, and now I’m going to lie down and watch Spongebob Squarepants until I pass out. 
Today I worked, and in about 1/2 hour I’m going to class. 
The beer or four will happen next Thursday, when we have a party (or maybe go to a bar) to celebrate the last day of class. What a happy coincidence that it will also be Cinco de Mayo.
All this talk of sex makes me wish that poop cleaning was not in my plans for this evening.
Would any of you ladies have a problem doin’ it with your loving husband/fiancee/boyfriend if he had just spent the last hour elbow deep in dog poop?
What if it was your dog whose poop he was cleaning up as a favor to you?
Dude… they’re called rubber gloves. Pick some up on the way home from work and wear them whilst cleaning the cage.
Then take them off.
Then take a shower.
Around 7:30, I’ll spar with the 2001 IKF National Full Contact Kickboxing Super Heavyweight Champion.
Well, no dogs here, but it is his turn to clean the litterbox.
Either way, gloves, then shower. Then sex. Then barbeque. Then more sex and barbeque.
I’m attending a Neostrata school tonight to talk about skin and skin care.
It’s not particularly exciting, but there’s free wine and cheese, a gift at the end, and I get paid for my time.
All in all, it could be worse.
Brilliant!
At 8 PM EST, I will interrupt regular programming to carry coverage of the president’s speech on our radio stations, and be here when it’s over to return to regular programming. And I’ll try not to think about how starving I am.
Oops, I should have written 8 PM EDT. Sorry!
Just came home from FedExing off an offer on a house on the opposite coast. Not a barbecue with all the, um, trimmings, but pretty exciting, I guess.
Draw a little, listen to a little music, have a rootbeer or four.
scratches head Wasn’t there a movie made out of that? Rings a little bell, dunno.
I took my first (and easiest) final, but being done w/ it is still somewhat exciting.