It would be really, really nice if I would actually get rest when I slept.

The paper’s finished. I resent the pressure from work, and am having to force myself to not react in a negative manner.

I had really good orange chocolate yesterday, thanks to . Not only that, but she bought excellent vanilla incense.

So, I haven’t finished my paper yet. I’m going to finish it today and e-mail it to the professor. Hopefully, that will work out all right. Next paper: start when I receive the assignment sheet. It’s odd, though. Usually the prof is here by now and has started the class, despite being early. Maybe I’ll get stupid-lucky and she won’t show. Hope hope hope for the 15-minute rule.

Work is cracking down. I can’t say that I blame my boss. It’s looking like they might go under, if I judge from my boss alone. My guess is that small companies fold much more quickly than large ones. I still hold out hope for the death of CoreComm. Not that I’m bitter. Not at all. So, it’s lots of phone calls for me.

Argh! No luck. The prof has arrived! Heh. I rock. She’s approved e-mailing the paper.

So tired and so bored at the lecture. I have to write in here to stay awake. Even that might not keep me coherent. Totally not working.

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.