I think I've been AWOL

But I didn't mean it, really. It's hard to remember to post!
This weekend was a weekend for movies. I watched seven: Elizabethtown, My Date With Drew, Dirty Dancing, Music & Lyrics, United 93, Election, and Waiting. Last night was a night of partial movies -- I watched the end of The Lake House, Just My Luck, and the middle of Clueless.
Monday I called off from the library and took my sister to the beach, which was a nice change from the norm. We swam until it was chilly. No manatees this time, but it was fun. I'm trying to get a little done each day so I don't feel like I'm sleeping my life away. Yesterday I did the grocery shopping. Today I made a hair appointment and got my bloodwork done, and it's not even noon! Still in bed by 8:30-9:30pm, but at least I get up early now.

creepy crawly

Today is crawling by. I've been at work since a lovely 7:20 this morning, and my system is still down. Not that I really like to work, but I really don't like being at work and not being able to do anything. I've looked over the few things I can do without my system, played some tetris, read the TBT (god, that's a terribly edited paper), had breakfast and went downstairs for a break (from the monotony, as it was). I've now started on the crossword, which should keep me occupied for another 20 minutes. Blah.

I dug out a couple of wonderful old CDs of mine -- Eve 6 and For Squirrels. Marvelous. Nothing like mid-90s alt-rock. Back when it really was the alternative.

Now will someone give me some work to do, for the sake of the gods and my sanity?

I.

want. to. go. home.

now.

that is all.

oh, and I hate my job.

Just so you know

I hate the taste of vitamins. Detest them. They make me want to gag.

Okay, back to your regularly scheduled program.

Without much fanfare.

So yes, it happens that I am pregnant. I haven't really decided how to feel yet, and I haven't been to the doctor yet (June 12 is my appointment) but I've told my mom and a handful of friends. I know I want kids, but the prospect of actually moving on with my life freaks me out a little. I don't really feel like I'm pregnant, except that I'm exhausted and hungry all the time. But really that's not far off the norm anyhow. Really I think that my real problem is that when dramatic things happen, I never know how to deal with it. I've never been one to get excited by Christmas or birthday gifts (I never know what the proper amount of happiness is), and I don't cry for the normal reasons -- weddings, deaths, etc. So I think I just don't know how to react.

I've told myself that the reason I'm not excited yet is because the miscarriage rate is around 20% and I don't want to get my hopes up. Really, I think it's an excuse. I think the real reason is that I've always been told that you don't tell people before 3 months, and I can't get excited about something I can't tell people about. So I'm 6 weeks, and I'm letting the cat out of the bag slowly, like air out of a balloon, without fanfare. I should be due February 1st. It'd be cool to have a groundhog baby. Maybe I could hold her outside in the morning and find out if it'll be a long winter.

Oh, and if you wonder why I refer to the current parasite as "her" ... we can't agree on any boys names.

Hump Day Shuffle

• I Can't Stop Loving You, Van Halen


• Make This Go On Forever, Snow Patrol


• Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress, Rockapella


• Tell Her About It, Billy Joel


• Withered Hope, They Might Be Giants


• Get Rhythm in Your Feet, Benny Goodman


• It Happened in Monterey, Frank Sinatra


• Do What You Want, OKGO


• Don't Let Me Down, No Doubt


• Underground, David Bowie