So very tired.

Oh that wasn’t ironic at all.

Can it be fall now?

How many work orders can one girl submit?

2 months to Halloween!

I love pineapple.

What a nutty week.  I need food.

I’m freaking out.  I need to not freak out.

Can I please have a nap now?

63 days to Halloween!

OK.  You learn this anatomy and physiology while I watch a movie and take a nap.  Let me know how it works out for ya.

Well, you can always pop your eyeball back in …

I haven’t seen anything fun on the interwebs today.

1,502 hours to Halloween!

Oh right.  We’ve reached Heater in the Morning, Air Conditioning in the Afternoon season.

Ew.  I feel like I need a shower.  I can’t remember the last time I was that creeped out.

I wish I were a more Zennish person in general.

I wish I could do my nails.  I’m such a tomboy about that stuff.

They’re partners in ping pong, as well as lovers. … I got nothin’.

I do believe that a swarm of locusts has just blotted out the sun.

Yeah, I’d say kidnapping is probably a deal breaker.

People just make me tired.

90,029 minutes to Halloween!

I need a vacation.

I think horseback riding is an excellent idea for a class.

Ouch.  I hate it when I accidentally crack a knuckle.

Such tiny tiny stitches.

Yes?  No?  Eh.

I wish you lived here, Ali.

I think I’m feeling anxious.

My desk here is always a mess.

509,564,790 seconds to Halloween

I’m speaking in tongues.  It’s just like you said it would be.

Maybe you should take the drama class, Miss W.

But I don’t even like Neil Young.

I guess if I want peanut butter cookies I’m just going to have to make them myself.

Mice elf?

Mice don’t eat frogs!

I would have loved fencing classes.

I need more yarn, Monopoly Town.

I typed Ransom Wednesday.  That could get interesting.

If the only “symbols of female power” we’re allowed to have are progressive card carrying members of NOW, I’d rather just not have any.  And I’m sorry, but how exactly is a man qualified to make that call in the first place??  And why is no one calling him a racist?  I’ll do it.  RACIST.  I don’t even like golf.

What a depressing list.

I’m going to have to start calling this “Jentober’s Chocolate Goodbye Cake.”

Now both hips hurt.  I tell ya, I’m feeling downright decrepit today.

A very large chocolate chip cookie.  That’s what makes my boss awesome.

Photographing war with a toy camera.  This is incredible.

3.81 getting there.

Adviser.  Whatever.  That’s one of those words that doesn’t look right with an e.  It should be an o.

I have gotten so little done today.  And now my office is a huge mess.

And I really just want a nap.

Really.

I am not a fan of figuring out percentages.  Just for future reference.

Yeah, I don’t have $150.00 for a text book for a class I don’t even want to take.  Hit the tip jar, squidlets!

Am I the only one who hasn’t seen Naked Prince Harry?

Well.  I’m in the top 7.5% of my class.  Go me.

Oooh.  I have pretty bamboo plants in my office now!

Yes, she did just say she hopes the hurricane hits Tampa at the same time the RNC is in town.  Classy.

Old Dog is most definitely in order.

Too nice.  Just too nice.

Feel better, D!

They messed with Ladies’ Night.  WTF.

I’m ready for fall.  Bring on fall.

Bring out your dead!

I’m not watching Spamalot this evening.

I just got a fantasy football invitation in my email.  Very strange.

It’s not because we disagree politically, because, who cares?  It’s because you’re an asshole.

Ooph.  I feel like I’ve accomplished nothing today.

Who are you, Ben Davis?

Oooh!  I think we’re going to the movies this weekend!

Flickr has become a very strange cemetery of the past that periodically resurrects people better left in the past.

Anti-feminism is the new feminism.  Think about it for a minute.  Trust me.   Someone, somewhere, is going to need me to spell that out for them.

I have to go compose a letter to a department chair now.  Because I’m right, and those of you who counseled me to hold my tongue are just wrong.

“cute rabbit bag, can not you do not want to do?”

Huh?

I’m glad you didn’t sprain anything doing that screen grab there, Red.

A politically charged date!  That’s my kinda sexy.

When I told her I’d rather see Paul Ryan naked than Prince Harry she gave me a dirty look.  I think we all know which of the two of us are crazy pants in this scenario.

It’s all done by remote.

Ahhh there is my meeting.  Yay.

I hate taking minutes.  I need an mp3 recorder.  Then I can transcribe later.

Man.  My tea was not the right flavor for such a long meeting.

No one ever brings me peanut butter cookies.

PLEASANT.

I never recognize Naomi Watts.

I need food.

My life is pretty great.

Maybe I’ll just leave an hour early today.

Ha, like that’ll happen.

Why are we still subsidizing Amtrak?

I won’t click it!  I won’t!

Oh Lord.  Just stop.

This is not going to be enough paracord.

It might be too hot for me today.

To Diet Coke or not to Diet Coke?  It’s been a stressful day.  I”m trying to resist.

Venting a spleen.  I wonder where that originated.

final exam final exam final exam final exam

so not prepared.

There’s a difference between

You know what?  Today’s post sucks.  Please accept my sincerest of apologies.  I’m mad busy and will be for the next couple of weeks.  I can assure you that things will return to normal in September.  Maybe I should just say we’re on holiday til then, eh?

Oh hey!  We can say I’m participating in the AUGUST BREAK.  hahahahahaha

The vampire fell off the wall.  I blame the cleaning crew.

It’s remarkable how quickly my email in box fills.

Red Dawn.  The Cold War.  The Red Scare.

Oh good.  My favorite thing ever.  Paying bills.  Whee.

There is no milk.  I am sorry for your troubles.

At your leisure.

I think I’ll be able to take a lunch tomorrow.  Maybe I should leave the building though.

Polka … will never die.

Peanut butter cookies should be large.  And chewy.  Somebody get on that, wouldja?

No, I did not Diet Coke.  Go me.

Program fee!  Bah.

But I don’t want to wait til October!  I want to know now!

Try not to vomit on your keyboard, Red.

Egg!

Why does cranapple have to be so expensive?

I think we should be Highland Cattle Ranchers.  Yes, it’s a title.  As of now.

Must. Review.

Agent Moneypenny out.