It's nice to sit

I am finally getting the chance to sit and relax after a crazy weekend. Everyone who reads this blog was probably there during my weekend but too bad! You're gonna hear about it anyway. I had to work Thursday through Sunday, and work is always short staffed on the weekends. So I had to run home and do various tasks to prepare for Steph and Matt to come and stay and also for Chris and Katie's wedding (i.e. decide what to wear, get present, etc.). Friday night was the wedding, which was very lovely and people from the undergrad days were there. How's this for a short story, I thought for sure Armegeddon was upon us during the reception at the wedding. It began like this, Erik Tisthammer sat down at my table and uttered words I thought impossible for him. He said, "I'm tired." I immediately looked to the skies, expecting the moon to be turned to blood and the heavenly bodies to be raining down upon us all. Obviously, the time had not come yet, but I still think Erik's fatigue is an imminent sign. Saturday was a day of injury in which I was slashed in the left hand by two cats and shut my own head in the car door. But I came home to a house full of friends and pizza, and watched a ridiculous movie called "Firewall". I needn't go on about that, because if you're reading this, you were there. I worked Sunday and had one more night of pet sitting (I pet sat this whole time, from Thursday-Monday). Finally, today (Monday) I got to relax and be lazy. And let me tell you, I like to sit and be lazy.

Odds and Ends

Forgive me, Jordan, for I have sinned; It has been 27 days since my last blog entry. I have been unable to post due to my internet deficiency. Thankfully, this has been remedied since Comcast got all up in my crib to install it. Well, not much has happened this summer except moving and a new job. I like my new house. It is excellent in so many ways. Oh, and today at work I had to shave a guinea pig's butt. I never thought I'd see the day... Another funny thing at work was that this dimwit surrendered his cat because it "was trying to steal his spirit while he slept". I examined the cat and I'm pretty sure I still have my spirit. This guy is probably doing every kind of drug ever created. Anyway, here are some points to ponder:

Does it cancel out if a man who once was a woman marries a woman who once was a man?

Why when girls say "I'm hungry", do they immediately list everything they had to eat that day?
Why do most women cops look like dudes?

Are there any republicans with dredlocks?