Average Geek

Now I remember why I don’t take any time off to just stay at home.  Mom and I are already fighting and I haven’t even left my room yet!  I know it’s her cancer drugs that make her not hear and remember things, but learn to focus already!  If someone is talking to you, stop what you are doing and listen!  It will probably help you comprehend and retain the info.

I am sooo not taking any more time off to be here.  God, I can’t wait to graduate and get a better job so I can move the hell out.  Living on a secretary’s income really sucks.

went really well!  He’s already home and talking about painting the fence.  Of course, he did fall asleep on the couch just now.  I think he’ll be feeling it a little later once his pain pills start wearing off.  He says he is going to go to DMV and have his license renewed tomorrow.  He was saying he’d be back at work by Monday and I really think he’s gonna do it.

Shoot, if it was me having surgery, I’d be milking it for every bit it’s worth.

I’m already thinking it is Saturday.  Why?  Because I’m at home cleaning and not at work.  I love that I’ve got the next six days all to myself and don’t have to even think about work.

This morning has been very productive.  I’ve already finished three loads of laundry, scrubbed my bathroom, vacuumed the hallway, scoured the microwave and baked cookies.  It seems like a lot, but it is barely the tip of the iceburg.

Family is coming over for Thanksgiving and everything has got to be right.  Dad had surgery this morning and mom is coming down with bronchitis.  A lot of this needs to be done while they are away and don’t have to  exposed to the cleaning chemicals and dust.  However, I did just try the cleaning the microwave with vinegar trick.  It worked really well, but the smell is not something I’d like to smell.  I’ll take the fresh scent of Pinesol any day! (Can I get paid for that plug?)

I’m off, the next batch of cookies are ready to come out of the oven and I still have to log into class sometime today and finish an assignment.

How many email accounts do you have?  Do you have one dedicated as a spam address?  How about one for IM purposes?  I only have three, but I’m looking to add another one, one for professional reasons.  I don’t want to be looking for a job with a strange email address.  When you have a fairly common name this is kinda hard.  It’d be awesome if I could use my current work address as a contact address on my resume.

Remember the NaBloCoMo? Yeah, that went no where. Sure I did great Monday through Friday, but Saturday and Sunday really trip me up! I have a block against reading anything in my Google reader on those days.

So, you lucky few who got my comments? You’re welcome. I’m glad I could grace you with my presence.

Did you know that WordPress keeps track of all the comments you make in the WP community.  Now I can see what I’ve said to whom.  Like it really matters.

Since I’m off the sleeping pills (again) the crazy ass dreams are back.  Every morning I’m not sure if they were real or not.  I think it is some sort of phantom Ambien effect that makes me think I’m drunk texting everyone even though I’m really not.

Don’t believe all that hype about people on Ambien doing crazy stuff?  Let me have your cell phone number and you’ll find out pretty quickly.  Or if you are my hot female classmate I’ll send you a myspace message and tell you that you are hot.  Um, hi embarrassing!

Ugh, so tired, wishing for crazy ass pills.  This can’t be good…

Today I can’t get enough angry music. I could have sworn that I had a bunch of Korn and Rage Against the Machine in the good ole ipod. I’m thinking that I may have lost it in the iPod crash of 2007™

I’ve got some homework to do and this music isn’t too conductive for actually completing a sentence without ending with a resounding, “Fuck you I won’t do whatcha tell me!”  Also?  I got reamed out by my boss because she got her ass reamed.  Thank you, chain of command.  You officially suck great hairy balls.  Well, this certainly explains the mood and music, now doesn’t it?