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aseAfter 8 hours of work, grocery shopping, lecture review, and popping the chili in the crockpot for the night, I think I can call it a day. If I hadn't accidentally quadrupled the cumin in the chili, I'd be feeling pretty good right now.
Weekend recap: half day of overtime Saturday, errands, crockpot chili thwarted by still-frozen ground beef, game night - Dominion the board game is pretty awesome, BTW - and Sunday morning I made beef stew and snickerdoodles before doing a carpool to the Baltimore afternoon/evening stich-and-bitch, chili thwarted once more, this time by unusable produce.
The next morning I went to work. But first I kicked an "off" button and spent 15 minutes convinced I'd killed the baby laptop's a/c port. That was fun like smashing my kneecap into a desk. Not that I've done this lately. Cough. So the good news is, the baby laptop is still alive! The bad news is that I have no excuse to replace the baby laptop, such as a grad school plan.
I am enjoying a fairly epic bout of life strategy angst, while reading Anathem, so my thought processes are cycling like this:
1.) grad school means Meaning of Life stuff here
2.) Is Neal Stephenson
a.) writing geek Gilbert and Sullivan on purpose
b.) reading whatever he wants, channeling it back through a keyboard, and laughing all the way to the bank?
3.) OMG grad school Meaning of Life stuff system malfunction TILT TILT TIL- oh hey my bus is here. Seriously, Stephenson; seriously?
I am delaying all Meaning of Life angst to Thursday night, when I intend to watch The Producers or The Bourne Identity, finish two months of book log, and drink heavily. By which I mean two beers or hard lemonades, on a work night. I am a wild and dangerous person to know.
Cooking is also conducive to Meaning of Life angst: so far I have made cookies, beef stew, and chili, and possibly I will do stir fry later this week. Mmm, food!
Weekend recap: half day of overtime Saturday, errands, crockpot chili thwarted by still-frozen ground beef, game night - Dominion the board game is pretty awesome, BTW - and Sunday morning I made beef stew and snickerdoodles before doing a carpool to the Baltimore afternoon/evening stich-and-bitch, chili thwarted once more, this time by unusable produce.
The next morning I went to work. But first I kicked an "off" button and spent 15 minutes convinced I'd killed the baby laptop's a/c port. That was fun like smashing my kneecap into a desk. Not that I've done this lately. Cough. So the good news is, the baby laptop is still alive! The bad news is that I have no excuse to replace the baby laptop, such as a grad school plan.
I am enjoying a fairly epic bout of life strategy angst, while reading Anathem, so my thought processes are cycling like this:
1.) grad school means Meaning of Life stuff here
2.) Is Neal Stephenson
a.) writing geek Gilbert and Sullivan on purpose
b.) reading whatever he wants, channeling it back through a keyboard, and laughing all the way to the bank?
3.) OMG grad school Meaning of Life stuff system malfunction TILT TILT TIL- oh hey my bus is here. Seriously, Stephenson; seriously?
I am delaying all Meaning of Life angst to Thursday night, when I intend to watch The Producers or The Bourne Identity, finish two months of book log, and drink heavily. By which I mean two beers or hard lemonades, on a work night. I am a wild and dangerous person to know.
Cooking is also conducive to Meaning of Life angst: so far I have made cookies, beef stew, and chili, and possibly I will do stir fry later this week. Mmm, food!
