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June 04, 2001
Catching up...
I'm a little distracted at the moment. I'm breaking a self-imposed rule and watching the Colorado/New Jersey hockey game, and rooting for Colorado. I normally don't watch games when I really want a team to win, because my watching causes my team to lose. I really want Colorado to win. Ray Bourque needs a Stanley Cup, damn it! Oh, and woo hoo, Coloardo just scored. Yay!
I've been a big ball of sloth lately -- I finished my Intellectual Freedom and Censorship class, and am on a short break until June 23, when I'll be taking classes on Tuesday and Thursday nights, plus a class on Saturday mornings. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I don't know what the hell I was thinking. Saturday mornings? It is only six weeks, though, so I think I'll manage. I thought the censorship class would be interesting, but very little work, since it was just a five-session, two-credit course. Ha! The professor gave us about 70 articles to read, and told us to write a final project on 75% of the articles. That's a lot of reading, and a lot of writing, to be done in one week. Especially when the class ends at 9, and you don't even get home until after 10. Memorial Day was spent writing, from 2 p.m. 'til midnight, and I still hadn't quite finished. Last Wednesday, when the paper was due, I had a raging stomachache -- I couldn't sit comfortably, but standing up straight hurt more. I couldn't toucyh my stomach without wincing. I don't know what it was, but by the time I got to class I had chills and a fever, and just felt lousy. I had to give a five-minute presentation in class (not my favorite thing to do even when I am feeling well) and I was nearly incoherant. I got up and babbled about something, very briefly, then toild the professor I wasn't feeling well, and went back to my desk. Luckily, the presentation didn't count for much.
Thursday I didn't feel much better, so I stayed home. Slept until almost noon, cleaned a little, then curled up in bed watching bad daytime TV. Friday, two of my coworkers had the day off, so I knew I had to go in. I was feeling a bit better by then, anyway. Saturday I had to work most of the day -- it was okay, though, because it poured rain all day long. Our computer system crashed around midafternoon, so we had an excuse to sit and read and be absolutely useless -- we couldn't look anything up, could check books in or out, couldn't renew anything... Crap. New Jersey just scored. It's because I'm watching the game... I must change the channel. Saturday evening, after work, I met up with Patrick and Lee, and we went out to dinner, (the conversation in the car was, for some reason I have since forgotten, all about cooking things with Pez. Pez in blankets, Pez alfredo, Pez stroganoff, Pez pizza, etc. You wish you were us, don't you?) and then vegged in front of the TV. Sunday morning I slept far, far too late (woke up, looked at the clock and yelped "Holy shit! It's noon!") I dragged myself out of bed and parked myself at the computer with a very large mug of coffee, and found an email telling me that Kymm was in Boston, and Patrick, Lee and I would be meeting her for lunch. Hurrah! Lee picked me up, and after meeting up with MuppetGirl back at Lee's place, we headed off to Cambridge to fetch Patrick and find Kymm. She was easy to spot, with her lovely bright, bright pink hair (I am obsessed with dyeing mine purple now. It was a passing whim before, but now that I've seen Kymm's nuclear pink, I must have purple hair. I'm thinking a few streaks -- subtle at first, then more and more over time. It'll sneak up on people that way. I must dye my hair.) Kymm is way too much fun -- she talks just like she writes, and has a great, infectious laugh, and within five minutes of meeting you, is treating you as though she's known you for years. Loads of fun. We all trooped off to the Cheesecake Factory, where the greeters made us wait for ages for a table, then paged us to tell us the table wasn't ready yet, then finally seated us. We all ate tons of food, topped off with pounds and pounds of cheesecake, and then groaned our way outside, where we directed Kymm to the subway and bid her farewell. She's updated since then, so I know she found her way to the train station, and is not wandering arounbd somewhere, lost in the T tunnels with the mice. Patrick had to go back to work, so MuppetGirl and Lee and I headed back to Lee's house, where we loafed around watching MuppetBaby play until she was tired out and needed to be taken home for a nap. Lee and I fought off the food-induced inertia and went to BJ's Wholesale, where I bought a million bars of soap (completely forgetting the million bars of soap I already had at home -- I will be squeaky-clean for months to come!) and a metric buttload of coffee, and tons of deodorant (I'll smell pretty, too!) and a CD rack, and then we went back to collapse in front of the TV for a while longer. Home by 11:30, where I crawled into bed, all tired out, and... laid there staring at the ceiling, blinking and wondering why I was still awake, until almost 4. I know, I should get up when I can't sleep, because lying there only makes it worse, but... I was all warm, and comfortable, and the cat was there, so I just petted her for a while, and blinked at the ceiling, until I finally fell asleep. So. Now I'm very tired, and watching hockey, and that's about it...
Posted by Mary Ellen at June 4, 2001 08:27 PM