Week--um, two days--in the life of--

[abracanabra]

The week in review. It occurs to me that I'm having trouble remembering what I did when, or even if, for times ranging from yesterday to last week. So this might have some rather large gaps in it.



Saturday
Bound from bed feeling well-rested and-- Wait, no, that was a (day)dream. Drag self out of bed. Painful hangover. Running out of Ibuprofen. Wrestle with computer, finally forcing it to divulge exact address and time of baby shower for Katie (xcorvis's wifey-poo). Make french toast breakfast for self and Mad Scientist. Watch PBS cooking shows while preparing assortment of materials for what at that time I assumed would be a rest-of-day spent working on writing-related tasks at Cahoots. Little did I know.... After set everything up and allowed Mad Scientist to take laptop, he announced that he was not going to Cahoots, and I would not be able to use my laptop there or ever, and would be unable to do any writing stuff, as he was taking it with him to visit sinister_dr_x, so there, no, I can't keep it, phtttttthhhhooiiiii!!!! Realize am married to a right fucking bastard, but knew that going in, so can't do much beyond throw occasional hissy fit and refuse to pick up dirty socks. Instead, went to aforementioned baby shower and played fun games, ate tasty food, and chatted with folks. It was pleasantly silly without being annoying (or making me eat baby food). Was informed that Mad Scientist was over at sinister_dr_x's watching TripleX, not stupid sports. Go over and use laptop for catching up on email backlog, if not writing-related stuff because I don't have it, because am married to Right Fucking Bastard AKA Mad Scientist. Get tasty Indian food with Katie, though we drive over a monkey arm lying in the middle of the road on the way.

Sunday
Drag self and Mad Scientist out of bed, shower and have bowl of cold cereal, force him to drive me to NightOwl (work #1). Spend day at NightOwl doing data entry on a project that is lots of scanned images of carbon copies. Get extremely tired of squinting at fuzzy blotches. Catch self playing Rorschach games with numbers. Take break. Rinse and repeat. Eat leftover muttar paneer for lunch--tastier day two. Go home. Mew pathetically at Mad Scientist until he feeds me spagghetti. Do crazy amounts of laundry folding (clean laundry had taken over three tubs and two chairs), while drinking vodka and blue berry Kool-Aid and watching a) Angel, and b) Tampopo (must review this sometime--also was informed after the fact that it is incredibly out of print and I was lucky to be able to get it through the public library system. [Considering current neutered state of Minneapolis Public Library system, believe I was lucky to get anything at all]). Create more laundry that is miffed its predecessors' plans of Living Room Domination have been thwarted. Begin attempt to catch up with email backlog and then realize that will turn into zombie if do not go to bed immediately. Do not go to bed immediately enough.

Monday
Turn into zombie. Scream at computer a lot because it refuses to let me do anything, whether "anything" is installing PeoplePC, Firefox, or just letting me use the internet.

Comments

[da-wyf.livejournal.com]

awww. that picture is awesome. though it *is* kind of funny--i was just talking with malcubed the other day, about the possibility of moving to las vegas and becoming a librarian....hmmm....well, it's always good to have a backup plan.

oh, and to your post above? you've just given me a new fundraiser idea. marketed thusly:

"the library system is already neutered. give us money or we'll castrate *you* as well."

whaddya think? i'm pretty sure the city council will go for it....

[cloudscudding.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'd vote for it at those upcoming referendums.... Although even better would be putting Pawlenty up there and saying, "Give us money or we'll castrate this man." And then, "Give us money and we *will* castrate this man."

You could keep that game up forever.

And at the end, you've got a pile of money and you get to castrate a politician!