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• Music: okgo - What to Do

I live to serve

Yes, I live to serve, but I can't be at your beck and call, 24/7. I apologize for taking more than 30 seconds to notice your AIM and I appreciate that when I told you I was working, you immediately signed off to prevent any further disruptions to my schedule, but I was not trying to be mean or caustic. I just didn't see the need for you to freak out like you always do everytime it takes me any amount of time to reply to you. Now, of course, I have to feel guilty, as if I said something that indicated that my time was more valuable than yours. I wish I was a guy. They don't feel guilt.

Why am I tired?
Saturday night: Rocker
Sunday: voter registration (in the hot hot sun)
Sunday night: hoppie's parents, sisters, etc.
Monday night: Kerry, Terri, Josh, and lensedqso (Josh has a hybrid car. It's sweet!)
Tuesday night: Lori
Wednesday night: My cousins visiting from out of town, fraggle42 and asenathwaite99, and my baby sister-in-law.
Tonight I'm hoping for a quiet night at home. hoppie will undoubtedly hope to make up major time on TiVo. I do have some stuff planned. We're making stuffed mushrooms from the preexisting stuffing with additional cheese and bread crumbs. I'm also vaguely inclined to fresh spring rolls, so maybe I'll suggest that. We just have mushrooms and cucumbers to put them in, though. Think that will still be good? Of course after Curves, I may not be in much of a mood to do anything besides sit on the couch and grate (because grating is a total couch activity).


I was watching some of the special features on my DVD. Wow. What a great movie. What great actors. What miserable timing. In the back of my mind I can hear "You're no Jack Kennedy," but Kerry and Kennedy do have alot in common. Is it wrong to want a president who actually likes to read instead of relagating that dreary responsibility to his wife?

Okay, that had less to do with The Manchurian Candidate and more to do with the fact that President Kennedy had a weakness for spy thrillers. (Not everybody does it! But everybody should!)
Nat is walking unaided now. I can't believe how much I'm missing.
Screw hoppie. I'm going home for Rosh Hashana. If he wants to stay here, let him. I do NOT feel guilty about this.
Okay, I feel guilty, but that's not going to stop me.
Actually I was thinking of checking my vacation time to see if I could spend a week down there.
Maybe if I spend a week down there and tell my parents I'm going to, they will do something sensible that doesn't involve coming up in October, also known as the busiest freaking month of the year.
Edit: And since I've just sent my boss to find out how much vacation time I have, I shall now have to immerse myself in looking busy.