Who's Going Chicken Huntin'?
Holy Frijoles. The whole ND internal network just went down, so I have no access to any work related services--awesome to the max. I bet we're being attacked again. We got attacked yesterday, someone hijacked an unsecured on-campus Windows 2000 machine and wreaked havoc upon us. Probably some pimply teenager. Anyway, work has been uncharacteristically filled with work lately, and blogging from home when I have any other conceivable form of amusement available to me seems terribly wrong, so...no posts. Suck on that, jerks!
The past week hasn't been terribly interesting anyway. Kel started her first week of med school, which is no doubt extremely interesting to her, but is much less so to me, as she now spends about 6 hours a night studying. She did make it out to ritas last night though--good stuff. We waited in the bar for nearly two hours before being seated, and as a result were all pleasantly sauced by dinner time. My recollection of the meal is vague, but I have every reason to believe it was delicious and satisfying.
I have to paint the living room trim again. I'll kill you all. When Kel told me her brother was going to stay in the condo during band camp and that he'd be storing his stuff there until his dorm opened, I knew--I knew--that something was going to get wrecked and I'd have to repaint it. It didn't happen in exactly the way I expected, but great sweet Jesus the trim got wrecked and I have to repaint it. I just want to hit someone with a frying pan.
I finally saw Swingers the other day, which means that inevitably and much to the horror of everyone who saw it when it came out 12 years ago, I'm going to start calling women beautiful babies, referring to good things as money, and saying "Vegas, baby, Vegas" for no reason at all.
Sytem's back up.
The past week hasn't been terribly interesting anyway. Kel started her first week of med school, which is no doubt extremely interesting to her, but is much less so to me, as she now spends about 6 hours a night studying. She did make it out to ritas last night though--good stuff. We waited in the bar for nearly two hours before being seated, and as a result were all pleasantly sauced by dinner time. My recollection of the meal is vague, but I have every reason to believe it was delicious and satisfying.
I have to paint the living room trim again. I'll kill you all. When Kel told me her brother was going to stay in the condo during band camp and that he'd be storing his stuff there until his dorm opened, I knew--I knew--that something was going to get wrecked and I'd have to repaint it. It didn't happen in exactly the way I expected, but great sweet Jesus the trim got wrecked and I have to repaint it. I just want to hit someone with a frying pan.
I finally saw Swingers the other day, which means that inevitably and much to the horror of everyone who saw it when it came out 12 years ago, I'm going to start calling women beautiful babies, referring to good things as money, and saying "Vegas, baby, Vegas" for no reason at all.
Sytem's back up.
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10:29 PM, August 23, 2005
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