In good school news, I found out that the final in my work-related class, which will be given on Monday, is open book! YIPPEEE!!!! This is a life-saver for me, because otherwise I�d have a snowball�s chance in hell of passing it. I am so jazzed that I only have one more week of that class. You have no idea. No. Idea.

It has been a difficult week for me. I�ve been sleeping a heck of a lot, which is great because as we all know I have a tendency to suffer from insomnia during times of stress. Instead, all week I�ve been falling asleep on the couch during like the 9:00 hour! However, difficult it has been. A lot of it may be hormonal. Work has also been eventful in light of our recent "departure" and the ensuing increased work load. Plus, some of the customers I deal with are just poopy. I don�t deal with many anymore, now that I�m, you know � a big wig. I only deal with the problem accounts. Yay for me. Anyway, a lot of my stress is worry over the sad state of our world right now. I think this stuff going on with Iraq bothers me on more than just the obvious levels.

I know that RDG has it a lot worse than me in the long-distance boyfriend department. I shouldn�t complain, but hey � we all know I will anyway.

To catch us up: John lives about 300 miles away from me. He lives near Santa Cruz, California while I am down south in Long Beach. It�s already a bummer that he lives far away; I already miss him on a regular basis. I now have this fear that once the war hits I will get to see him even less than I do now. How easy will it be for him to visit me, or I him? What if we have a massive gas-crunch and he can�t get his truck filled with enough petrol to get down here?

What if, what if, what IF?

I�m gonna eat some chocolate chip cookies now...

Hey, you know those Nestle Toll House ones that are on a roll? They�re much better than they used to be...

Having seen every episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer at least seventeen times (except for this season, cuz I�ve been watching the Gilmore Girls instead, which is just too fabulous for words), my evening syndicated-t.v. watching has switched to repeats of That Seventies Show.

Why, you may be asking, doesn�t Karen watch the news? The answer is because Karen gets extremely irritated with our supposed "news coverage", especially local news. It�s more entertainment and hyperbole than news. Case in point: last night, before I could switch channels, I saw the tail end of a "news report". In the report, a policeman was giving a press conference about someone, saying specifically that this person was NOT a suspect in whatever crime they were talking about. The "newscaster" comes on and says something lame like "he�s supposedly not a suspect". Say what? What kind of news is this shit? No wonder people�s reputations get ruined because of stuff they "may have done", "allegedly". Remember that guy who really didn�t plant the bomb at the Atlanta Olympic games? Anyway, I do watch CNN and MSNBC and I read three different daily newspapers. I watch network news only in the morning when all it is is traffic and weather and that�s all I�m looking for anyway.

Although I must say that I find both Tom Brokaw and Peter Jennings to be hotties.

Anyway...That Seventies Show...That show is so damn funny. I�ve watched it often, but evidently I haven�t seen that many of the episodes because I keep seeing ones in syndication that I�ve never seen. In my neck of the woods, the repeats are shown at 6:30 and 7:00pm. I just roll with laughter for that hour. Wanna know a secret? For a long time, when I first watched it, I didn�t realize that in those scenes where they�re all sitting around in a circle and saying lines directly in to the camera that they�re all high on the weed!

I�m so na�ve and sheltered.

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