Well, there's a whole lot of nothing going on here at vox since most of my 'hoodies are no doubt passed out from overstuffed bellies. The bonus of this is that I can write another lame NaBloPoMo and no one will notice - yay me!
I have tomorrow off. Technically it's a vacation day, but I'll hopefully be getting some studying done. It's now less than a week until I write and I am still nowhere near done the material. It's completely my fault but I can't seem to do anything about it. I actually have a feeling I won't get much done tomorrow because I have an appointment in the morning, and since I'll be out already, I'll probably try to get some shopping done. It's always easier to do on a weekday when, hopefully, most people are still working. Then that means Saturday and Sunday will HAVE to be full-day studying. I also have Wednesday off as a study day, then by noon on Thursday, it will all be over with. I'll be the one curled up in a ball in the corner, crying in my sleep. Nonono, more shopping to get done! Then, I can come home and collapse.
I got more money for my food and pet drives today, plus now that I've put some stuff in the boxes, hopefully people will get their asses in gear and add to it. The people in my office are so odd and unpredictable.
I think Edgar has forgiven me for not having chicken or turkey today. What a relief. It was close this morning, though. I saw him sniff around at his litter box and then walk away. I was all set to leave for work but decided that was a definite sign so I took a few minutes to clean it out and add some new litter. Hopefully that avoided an accident. If it didn't, I've yet to find it, so that's okay I guess.
So are you all lamed up now? I'll spare you more. Nighty-night kids. I hope you all enjoyed your day, and that it continues into tomorrow for you. Eat leftovers!
(Or, Thursday to some of you)
I am most thankful today for mah peeps (some of you, and you know who you are, I am xtra speshul thankful for), my supportive friends, my annoying yet adorable kitties, and most especially Mr. LT.
Tuxie is getting his earz rubbed in Daddy's lap -- he gets the cone off Saturday afternoon. Tortie's enjoying the view out the window... no, she's dozing off. Us hoomans are still in jammies but will soon put on elasticated clothing and go to the BFFs for an amazing dinner for 8 with some friends we haven't seen in ages.
I hope your food coma is delightful and your relatives only mildly annoying.
it was like the 7th time I looked at the DVD cover that I *got* the "bigger, longer and uncut"
part. [hangs head in shame]. considering the battles M. Parker and
Stone had with the MPAA, it's surprising they allowed that bit to stay.
musical numbers, animation, war, satire, 'social issues', death, the afterlife all tied up in a ribbon = SP: B, L, U
excessive profanity? yes, please
trailer
"Uncle Fucker" from Asses on Fire
the school is concerned
who to blame, who to blame...
of course!
(is not like it's a real country anyways)
If memory serves (which it may not) the Pastafarian (Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster) holiday of "Holiday" started at midnight and runs to, or through, Jan 1.
May you be touched by his noodly appendage!
- I was exhausted last night. Got home from work at midnight but couldn't sleep because my brain wouldn't shut up.
- I decided to read. I finished "Confederacy of Dunces". then my brain wouldn't shut up about "Why do people like that book?! I mean, seriously, someone needs to name ONE good thing about it - cause I found NONE." Man, I hated that book. Really, what did the rest of you see in it that I didn't?
- I took sleeping pills at 4am
- Which made my goal to wake up at 8a pretty much impossible. When my alarm went went off, I reset it for 9a
- Then for 9:30a
- But the neighbor's housekeepers showed up around 9:05 and, as usual, made so much noise that I went ahead and got ready for work.
- Despite hell traffic, I got to the office at 11a. Hoped to leave around 3 but I knew that wouldn't happen.
- I didn't know that I'd end up working, doing a lot of complicated paperwork, till 6pm. I still had more to do but I was brain fried.
- Remembering that I hate everything I own (or it doesn't fit), I stopped to buy something to wear to a club party tonight (Nicole and one/some (??) of her students will be pole dancing and I was put on the VIP/guest list) - a club party in The OC (where everyone is tooooo fabulously cool to interact, so why was I even thinking of trying to look "good" or fit in?)
- I hated everything the store had but bought 2 dresses anyway (as expected, one that was really really really boring/matronly on hanger looked the best on my body). Keep in mind, I almost never wear dresses - making this an extra bad choice - but I don't know if the club allows nice jeans and everything else in my size was too "office" or casual. Options for fat people are really limited - nice when you don't want to spend money; sucky when you want to look good.
- Came home to find that the housekeepers didn't come today. My phone had 4 missed calls from Juan, the owner of the business, but not a single message. I don't know if the key wouldn't work, or they had a bigger client ask them to clean for Tday, or what. Like I said, no message. I'm already annoyed with them (don't think they've mopped the floors since their first visit - about 6 months ago; they've never wiped down the counter backsplashes; and they never clean the windows or refrig - even if I've gone out of my way to make sure there's little else for them to do) so I think it's time I start asking around about other services.
- Anxiety continued to build to a minor panic out about getting ready for the club party... prep time getting shorter & shorter (in reality, I had a couple hours to get ready & to drive there) and I was less & less in the mood to deal with it. Result - physical paralysis due to mental hyperactivity (thinking instead of doing).
- Decided to take a shower in hope that I'd chill out a bit
- While showering, I realized I was planning to take a xanax to relax, followed by a speed pill to stay awake, followed by drinks at the bar to take off the edge from the pill, followed by driving after drinking (the speed pill might have kept me coherent enough to drive but there would also be extra amounts of drunk drivers to avoid - and extra cops to catch all of us), followed by a pain pill once home (cause clubbing would surely have wrecked my knees) and probably another xanax to get to sleep. All because I didn't want to flake on Nicole AGAIN.
- I realized that flaking on Nicole AGAIN was a much healthier option - esp when vegging and early-to-bed sound super appealing. So that's what I did (or am doing). I've never been a total flake to someone before, to anyone, but I almost always standing her up (but only when I know there are tons of other people showing; I would never flake on someone if it was 1:1). I'm not proud but realized it's kind of fun being on the other side of this experience for a change (people routinely flake on me)! I'm going to stop RSVPing YES to her events so I won't be a flake anymore - and maybe I'll be the happy surprise by showing up when not expected!!
I never made reservations for Thanksgiving dinner anywhere. In fact, I never even bothered to find out which restaurants are going to be open and/or serving Tday dinners tomorrow. So my guess is that I won't be having another turkey dinner; more likely fast food or nothing (the only food I have in the house is protein bars)... which is perfectly cool by me. Though rum or vodka, LOTS of rum or vodka, sounds really good. Wish I had some now!
Happy Thankgiving to all the US peeps. Happy Thursday to those not in the US!!
Well crap. Look at the time. No research again tonight then.
I sent out a reminder email at work today about the SPCA and Food Bank drives. I must have hit a few guilt buttons because some people brought money over to me. I went out tonight and picked up a few things, mostly for the food bank. I forgot to copy the wish lists so I didn't go crazy with the buying. Besides, last year I must have shopped at least three different times for the drives, so I know I'll be going again, and I'll remember the lists.
A week from tomorrow morning is my exam. I'm not even done my first read-through of the material. Crap x 2. I am taking Friday off to study some more, then I'll also be off on Wednesday. The only good thing about all of this is that my exam will be done by late morning and then I'll have the rest of the day to goof around and maybe do some Christmas shopping. Oh, and I'll be missing the client cocktail again this year since it's the night before the exam (although Boss seems to think I should pop over for it since it's only two hours long - ummm, no). I'll wave to the bottomless shrimp as I weep over my textbook.
Edgar's meows tonight are quite clear and loud, especially when he's sitting up in my lap and looking me in the face when he does it. I'm sure it means something. Maybe he's trying to tell me that even though our Thanksgiving is over and done with, I should be making him turkey to celebrate with his US kitty friends tomorrow.
Okay, I have to go to bed. I still have a few days left to finish up NaBloPoMo with a blast, right?
...I would invite every one of my handsome, adorable, clever neighbors to my apartment for Thanksgiving dinner.
If I could, I would expand my list of invitees, like a sparkling balloon, to include parents, children and all manner of pets. How I would love to be introduced to them all.
If I could, I would alter the design of my dinner table into something Dr. Seuss or Lewis Carroll might design - curving into space, higher and higher - until it had lengthened sufficiently so that every one of you could find a place.
If I could, I would alter the space continuum so that my kitchen would be BIG ENOUGH to accommodate the positively epic, Edwardian dinner I would plan for you.
If I could, I would alter the time continuum so that my far-flung precious ones would be able to find their way to the Aubrey domicile with ease and economy. And yet still be able to travel first-class.
If I could, I would place a glass of flower-like, art nouveau proportions at each place setting. It would be full of champagne, and glittering at the bottom would be either a diamond bracelet, or a brace of diamond cufflinks. They are for you.
If I could, I would arrange the champagne toasts thusly: they would not be to your hostess, to your family, or to your loved ones. You would not toast this innocent North American holiday. You would, instead, toast yourselves.
Because words fail me.
Happy Thanksgiving, all.
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Can you believe I'm posting this early in the day? It's b/c I may be hanging with friends later on.
Here are some photos of what went on last night at Chez LT.
The "Simon's Cat" book was delivered and Tuxboy was not about to give up his sprawls on my lap for me to read it.
I came across an appropriate page for both TK and lauowolf's NikitaKitten (embiggen to see comics):
Tortie had been on the couch before TK hopped up. Since we didn't stop him, and he's just too icky to deal with, she gave us all this:
And there's your average Tuesday night at our house.
