CHICAGO: If Hepatitis C Were Attacking Your Face Instead of Your Liver You'd Be Doing Something About It

You know what else?? At 6 this morning I was startled out of my sleep by the sound of my dustbuster running in the bathroom (where it hangs on the wall, unused since the week I returned from NO). It was hanging there, running, but with the switch set to "OFF." I left it on the base but flicked the switch to the "ON" position, and back to "OFF" and I haven't heard from it since. Kind of weird, huh?

Also: Kenan, I don't know if you remember me talking about this (we were both pretty drunk) but we now have a file server running Ubuntu in our living room, and it's had its fair share of shenanigans too. Computers are stoopid.

That's the end of this semester. ONE MORE SEMESTER AND THEN ME IS DONE WITH HER BIG LAW SCHOOL.

xxxpost: My congratulations, again!

Stupid fucking baby.

Going to school in the 21st century must be crazy!

xpost - It totally is!!! When I was an undergrad back in the day I had a motherfucking typewriter, the kind with the little screen where you'd type one line at a time and then press enter and it would type it on the page. We had computer labs but only one really rich kid in my dorm had a laptop. We all got email my senior year but I couldn't figure out how to work it because it was Pine or some shit. Now I am in classes that have affiliated discussion boards. For discussing.

:)

You know, I take this back. I think either way, children will learn early on that the human body is a strange, fragile, temporal, animal thing. But I wish they'd balance it. Hey, kids! It's not all blood and guts! Some of it's semen and mucus, too! Yin and yang.

How's everybody doin'?

I'm eating a packet of cream of wheat at my desk. For some reason, these little packets always end up more like a small ball of cream of wheat than a bowl of the stuff. It's still good and warm though.

Way to go, Jenny!!!

but yay jenny for finishing your paper!

i dreamt i was in some sort of very dry post-apocalyptic world, hanging out in a bar. and they wouldn't serve me anything, which made me mad.

I'm listening to Take On Me from the ILM 80s top hits.

Packaged up presents for the inlaws (most of them) and faced with the possibility of going to the post office, gave up and went to UPS store. In and out in 10 min, no lines. The post office made me wait 40 min to pick up a package that they refused to try to redeliver to my house.

Now I am going to listen to Alice Cooper and Tom Petty and clean the house and eat cookies. F this mess.

Bob and Carole and Tom and Alice: Fogies for the Holidays

Tom and Alice: Homely Dudes of Rock Sing The Hell out of Holiday Classix

Also, I have an idea for the next Chicago thread;

Chicago: The few. The proud. The egg donors.

Re: egg donorship
Have you noticed that the price went up? It used to be five grand, now it's seven. Have you also noticed that the numeral 7 is in bold type on those ads on the train? Have you noticed the smug look on the face of the blond girl on the left who's clearly thinking, "Yeah. I waited to be an egg donor and got two gees more than you did, hasty bitches."

John, Poisoned is a music/file sharing program for the mac. You were probably joking though. This is one of those things you know about and I don't.

I've never heard of Poisoned either.

In other news, I had to fail three students this term! Three! One of them was caught by surprise and tried to challenge me but I confronted him with his work and he (miraculously) realized that someone who completes less than 60% of the work for the class should probably not receive a passing grade. Oh well. Sorry, kid.

a) fact-check biographies on Shakira, Albert Pujols, and maybe Tony Shalhoub,

b) hobnob with work-friends at a potluck that will include my co-worker Laura's delicious southwestern tempeh, and then

c) get drunk on Glogg.

BEST DAY OF WORK EVER

thanks kids.

BOWLING?? OK you win.

End of rant.

Get your nephew a monkey.

Hey I think we're going to Jordan's show on Sat., if anyone is totally psyched to MEET MY PARENTS.
And I know you all are.