I’m not feeling very accomplished, despite the almost perfect weekend.

I did get a letter sent out to , though. It’s going to get picked up by the mailman tomorrow.

I have a paper due tomorrow, and I’m being really good at procrastinating.

is in the other room, studying Bio. She’s going to rock that test tomorrow.

15 minutes of Project: Tomorrow Men goodness. It was cool enough for me to want the DVD, if just to find out the rest of the story. Isn’t that what gets you about a good movie, though? Getting the rest of the story?

The six degrees of Skippy was in full effect last night. Almost to a frightening degree. There were, like, five people out of fifty that hadn’t met me. The movie was excellent. B-Dub’s was excellent. Except that I left my Project: Tomorrow Men poster behind. Mother beeeeetches.

Benny and I got out of there just as the claustrophobia was punching into high gear. I jumped three feet when came up behind me and grabbed my noggin. But it was so goddamn good to see those people again. All kinds of crazy goodness.

That’s right. I’m a PIMP. I look sexy enough to look at a woman and her clothes will BLAST OFF OF HER LIKE IN SOME FREAKY ANIME! Just, BOOM! No clothes!

Do NOT underestimate the sex appeal of suspenders, motherfucker!

Maybe I’ve eaten too much sugar.

I ran into tons of past cow-orkers from CoreComm at Lou and Harry’s today. I’m actually getting work done, no matter how much it makes me wince. Picking and choosing what I do is only going to put off the stuff I don’t really want to do, but it at least lets me tolerate what I’m doing.

Looks like and will be up on Saturday, which makes me grin big. Gods, what a jam-packed weekend. Premeire tonight. Valentine’s Day tomorrow. Aforementioned company and Demon: The Fallen game on Saturday. I might actually be able to breathe on Sunday. That’s my novel-day. I’m going to breathe, listen to music, and write my novel. Then back to the grind on Monday.

Interspersed in all of that, I need to:

• Finish Crossroads of Twilight
• Write more letters (two were sent out today)
• See if I can get that scrabble program working on my mac.
• Grocery shop
• Re-assemble my PC
• Write and send out bills
• Reply acidly to the form letters I received from my governmental representatives

One of these days, I’ll catch up.

I made a protest sign yesterday at Green Spiral. It said “MUZZLE THE SHRUB”. Hee hee! The other good phrase I came up with (probably already used by someone else) was “We are not the world’s police”. That one didn’t get put on a sign, though.

is hard to wake up in the morning when she doesn’t have to be anywhere in particular. Not as bad as , but pretty bad.

Nummy Dew.

I should keep ripping my CD collection to mp3. Music good.

There seems to be a recent tendency for people she doesn’t like to post comments in ‘s journal, and it has fussed her greatly. A lot of high spikes in both her and my fuss-meters lately. Maybe a night apart is in order soon. Re-affirmation that we are independent entities, and not just a couple. Tonight would seem to be the best night for that. Thursday and Friday will be good to spend together, I think.

Update: I may be being selfish and craving her presence, or I may want to help de-fuss her, but I’ve changed my mind, and don’t think the best idea is a night apart for tonight.

I am apparently the professor’s favorite in my Buddhism class. I rocked out the reading, quizzes, etc. I have a paper due Monday that I’m seriously going to rock out. Maybe I should think about going back to school full-time. No boss or full-time job to worry about would be nice. Exercising my brain more often would be nice too.

I am even more disgusted than ever at my job. I just feel dirty and harassed. Still, I will grin, do my job, and say, “Yes, sir” and “would you like to buy a prepaid service contract?” and look for other jobs and read my Wheel of Time books and write my novel and be me.

Update: Theio’s gyro is not as good as Lou and Harry’s gyro. However, Theio’s is a much better place to sit and read. I think I’ve killed the wait staff over the last two days by not ordering a bacon burger.