We really need to get rid of the hot weather that has now plagued us for over a week. First of all, we desperately need rain (what happened to the dreaded "El Nino" that newscasters have been threatening us with over the past several months?). Secondly and perhaps more importantly, I just like cooler weather in general. Plus, hey - I'm supposed to be going to Palm Springs this weekend. I would really prefer it weren't 160 degrees while I'm there. It has been very pretty around these parts, though. Usually when it's hot that automatically means it's also smoggy. Not so this week. It's been beautiful!

Of course, the real pisser is that I've already packed away my cool cotton sheets in favor of flannel ones. The week of rain and cold weather we had totally suckered me in and I thought I was safe to unpack my beloved flannel! Of course, I have this week absolutely refused to succumb to the re-birth of summer and have not taken them off.

I'm not even going to talk about the fact that the US Gov't can now tap all the phones it damn well pleases, as well as spy on what we're doing via the internet even more easily than they've been able to up 'til now. I'm just too sickened to discuss it right now. Surprised? No. Sickened, yes.

"I used to be disgusted, now I try to be amused..."

Yeah, I try too, Elvis. It just doesn't work very well with me.

Michael Jackson.

'Nuff said about his almost throwing his baby over the balcony in Germany yesterday? I feel somewhat certain that ya'll think, just as I do, that Michael is a complete wackadoo. You know what I thought of when I saw that clip last night? I wondered if Eric Clapton saw it and what he might be thinking...odd, but that's what I thought. Cuz, you know...his baby fell from a window...

I did find it rather telling that not only did he dangle his kid over the heads of the crowd, but...I mean, did ya'll notice that he didn't even seem to care one bit when he banged the kid's knees on the metal railing? You could totally tell he's like never held that baby before in his life and frankly he didn't look too fond of the tyke.

My final on Monday (work-related class) went better than I anticipated, but I still know I did not get an A, even with the open book. The problem is that when the book reads like some heretofore undiscovered foreign language, it being open doesn't necessarily help much. I've discovered that "Blah-blah, blah-blah-blah-blah" still reads like "Blah-blah, blah-blah-blah-blah" no matter how many times you read it.

But I have been singing a chourus of Hallelujahs all week simply because I never have to go back to that class again! Yippee!

And no, I haven't finished my paper on Frederick Douglas...I haven't even finished the book, frankly. And yes, my paper is due on Friday. *gulp* Honestly, though, I'm not worried. I'll finish the book tonight/tomorrow and I can write the paper Friday; no biggy. I'm good at papers. I was just rather all-consumed by that stinkin' final exam on Monday. Now I can relax and become all-consumed with U.S. History for a while.

In work news: We've been interviewing for our new employee this week. Actually, I like three of the people and so does the Little Big Man, so hopefully it won't be too long before we have someone hired. LBM has been irritating me quite a bit, but I am trying my darndest to be patient and kind. He is going though separation from his wife, after all. I think some other stuff must have been happening around the office, too, cuz he was just a big ol' poop-head last week. He never gave me the total scoop, though, so I really have no idea what flew up his butt.

Today I actually took a lunch hour and went to Wal Mart. In the process, I completely forgot that I had a 2:00 meeting and didn't return from lunch until 2:30. DOH!

Smithereens-Mike called me Friday night and asked if I wanted to go see Mike Watt's band...THAT NIGHT. The boy truly needs to borrow a clue from someone. I asked him if he remembered our conversation wherein I made it plain that if he wants to see me he needs to give more than an hour's notice. In his defense, I guess he'd just heard about Watt's gig minutes before he called me. Anyway, needless to say I did not go. I did agree to go see Satellite Dogs Thursday night, though, and so I shall.

Guess that's all the news that's fit to print.

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