12, 11, 10

I just got home from being in my office for 12 hours. Even through my lunch break. Suckage. Good news is that I got the greenlight to cab home instead of waiting for the muni forever. My driver was I'm pretty sure the oldest cab driver I've ever seen, and he was mumbling about trying to figure out how to use his phone. Scary.

But to cheer us all up, I thought I'd post this to show us that there are awesome things that come from staring at a computer screen all day:

it's over.

Well. We had 2 nights in a row of watching 3 hours of 24 and Jack Bauer trying to bring down justice (or revenge?), and finally we just finished the finale. And 24 will never return. A sadder day we haven't felt since we finished reading the Harry Potter series. Let us all mourn...at least until we find a new show.

I just had to post this, as I was looking for my Halloween wig (can you guess who I'm going as?) on amazon, and found this review for a wig cap. I couldn't believe it was a real review, but you can be the judge. Ridiculous:

“under a wig, September 30, 2008

By	Bartok Kinski "A casual stroll through the lu... (Prague) - See all my reviews

I used this under a wig I wore to keep fleas off of my bald head. It gets hot and eventually ripped so I had to use a woman's pantyhose. If you are really in a bind, you can even use material from your underpants, make sure it's breathable.”

aaaand we're back

...to the cold.

Here is a picture of me at 8pm last night wearing shorts. IN SAN FRANCISCO. AT NIGHT.

And here is a picture of us getting home from work...notice the billows of fog and how cold it looks. It feels that cold too.


Joke of the day (from my coworker):
DG: "Why did Han Solo cry at the dinner table?"
Me: "Uhh...because Leia..."
DG: "Because the meat was chewie!"

can we still end sentences with "...NOT" or did that die with the 90s?

I guess blogging time = time the sun sinks low enough in the sky that it seeps through our windows and burns my retinas. At least there's sun at all!

And by that I mean it's been blistering hot here. It was supposedly 94 degrees in the city today (according to my iPhone's weather), and I buy it! Combined with how humid it was, I was feeling pretty smart about wearing (long) shorts to work today. Also since our building so conveniently decided that today would be a good day to save energy, and they shut off all the AC. THE ONE TIME I ACTUALLY NEEDED THE AC. I was sitting there dripping on my keyboard and praying the minutes would pass faster and I could escape to the icy cold Muni...which of course was crowded and therefore not icy cold (and smelled rank like your worst BO ever). And to think that I usually shake my fist at our unusually powerful AC in my office. Oh Fate, you are a cruel wench.

Even Milo was laying face-up on the bed again when I came home, and his feet were literally sticking up in the air and his head was back. Trying to spread out as much as possible to cool off, I guess. Unfortunately, I was too sweaty and nasty to want to move enough to get my camera. He also tried to jump closer to the window, which is swinging WIIIIIDE open these days, and he missed the ledge and was THIS close to jumping OUT of the window. Again. Fortunately, he panicked and jumped back onto the floor, where he landed in a pile of sockets and wires and just sat there, waiting to be electrocuted.

I love my life.

Hot August Nights

Finally, we have a little heat here in the city! And when it rains, it pours. Combined with the ever-present but seldom-felt humidity here, it was pretty awesomely hot and sticky to the point where I wanted to go back indoors. Oh San Francisco, if only you were like this more often.

I've officially entered in the home stretch of studying for my GRE. And by that I mean I studied a little bit a couple months ago, then signed up for it this past weekend...to take it in 4 weeks. I feel fine with that but I'm pretty sure Nolan is panicking on my behalf. So I'm switching from not blogging because I'm tired from meetings all day to maybe blogging a little less because I'm stuck studying every night. Blah.

On another note, I've settled on my Halloween costume FAR ahead of schedule this year. It was between a giant banana, a nun, and I toyed with the idea of going as Hermione again and making Nolan be Harry Potter this time (since he sincerely regretted not doing so last year). But I'm not doing any of those.
And I had to add this, to show just how hot it is and how poorly Milo is adapted to it. He was laying like this on our bed when I walked in. Hah!

gluteus

As much as I like having time alone, I don't like it when Nolan's shifts take him away from me. Even worse, Milo is a holy terror when it's just the two of us, because the only person he respectfully fears is Nolan. So he's careening around the house, tearing up the rug, digging through his food container, and at one point he actually launched himself at my thigh, wrapped his paws around it, and sunk his fangs into my buttocks. YES. It's like he's possessed and Nolan is some kind of fakir.

Also, we're at that point in the summer where the sun sets right at the place where it shines through our window brightly at about 7:30pm and blinds us all. So here I sit slurping my cereal and shielding my eyes from the bright night sun. That sounds weird. However, I guess I can't complain because it's the first sign of sun we've seen in weeks.

I have a dream

I feel a little bit sacrilegious writing about this with that title, but: Last night I had a very vivid dream about smelly cheese, and it kept me from sleeping. And I really don't say that to be funny, I mean, it was MISERABLE. We had pizza last night for dinner, and the cheese was, okay, a little greasy and whatnot, and the smell was on my hands for awhile until I washed them before bed. BUT, that still is no reason why I should have dreamed that I smelled rotten cheese so violently that I almost threw up a couple times. And I couldn't sleep because of this stinking pizza-cheese smell all around me. I swear, it was awful. Can we say lucid dreams?

I'm also a little bit warm and pink and itchy, because I spent a LOVELY weekend in Davis with Ash U., and we spent many hours in the sun and swimming at the pool. So I got just a bit tanned and pink. Heh. Maybe that had something to do with my weirdo dreams. Sun fever?

Nolan has refused to watch Harry Potter with me tonight after our cleaning party, and won't listen to the Harry Potter Pandora station that I so lovingly built. So while he is out moving his motorcycle for street-cleaning, I switched our Pandora playlist to my Harry Potter one, and am soaking it up for the 5 minutes that I can until he gets back and discovers it. Also desperately trying to swat Milo away from the table where he keeps poaching pieces of sauteed tofu off of my plate while I'm sneakily changing the music.

In case you were thinking that your life was spiraling out of control without my charming and witty blogs to keep you rollin', you'll have to hold on a bit longer. I'll be back up and running next week sometime. But until then, I'm trying to just hold on to my sanity myself.