Filled with inexplicable drive, I work and work to clear a number of irritating projects off my docket.
MAP: This bad boy has been waiting forever, due to a number of other Priorities that came first (although, I was instructed that the map was Top Priority anyway….yet…still asked to drop it whenever something tiny came up).
BIOLOGY: Bless you, Rob, for creating a near-standard A&S template. Biology will be a good 25 seconds of work, provided I can focus on it for a bit (read: after hours).
HTML EMAIL: This one is already designed, just needs to be sharpened up before the 25th. Which is a million years away.
STUDY ABROAD: My frustration over a lack of copy on this site has given way to frustration over an ABUNDANCE. Still, it’s a simple task…restructure the folders, put in one little floating menu, and start dumping text in.
WITH MAGICAL LUCK: I can get all of these but the map done by the end of the week, leaving me free and clear to go through and finetune a few other things I’ve let fall behind.
8 cups of Mate Vana a day will certainly help.
Speaking of which: Yerba Mate has an INCREDIBLE amount of caffeine (or, debateably, mateine) in it. I found out today that, between 9 and 2 last night, I consumed the equivalent of about 15 cups of coffee, which explains why I was laying in bed and thinking things like “I am in a tunnel of lightning bolts.”
Today, I know great allergy pain, and I can’t decide if it’s related to new plant issues (doubtful in January) or litterbox troubles (it’s been a few days since I cleaned, and cat urine is One Of My Buttons). I may cut out at 3:30 to go home, clean up, and sit around sniffling for a bit.
The weekend, of course:
Was fantastic. French New Wave films, Thai food, pretentious tea, Match Point (oh wow, see it) with Jenn and Giahn, and sitting around on separate computers in the bedroom downloading and trading Enrico Caruso and TTC files.
It’s weird to look over the events of a few days and say “Wow, this is actually exactly what I want my life to be.”
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It is official: My body is under attack. My cell walls are, as we speak, being scaled by miniscule invaders. Sick sick sick.
Also fun: Bush claims to not know Abramoff, but the guy visited the White House 200 times in the first ten months of the administration.
This is either the best or worst two weeks of news EVER.
Animals don’t have cell walls, only a cell membrane. But miniscule invaders penetrating your cell membranes just sounds, well, you know.
Unless– are you secretly a plant? Oh, really! How’re those chloroplasts doing? Great, great. Glad to hear it. Nice vacuoles, by the way, they’re really looking huge.
I have no excuse for this comment. (It’s funnier if you imagine Stewie Griffin reading it– but isn’t everything?)
Shoot, you’re right!
I totally forgot my 9th-grade science!