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I’m just full of random today… But, okay, this is really weird.  I’ve had the sudden urge to smoke a cigar.  Or, really, just to hold one in my hand.  It feels so nice, right?  I mean, clearly I would never, EVER, because they stink and that’s disgusting, but still.

Well, it’s 4:30 on a Monday.  That means the rush of those who take a 30 minute lunch will soon be flooding past my office door.  Frequently, almost daily, I feel the need to turn towards the door and smile at all of the shop guys as they leave.  Not that I’m attracted to them or anything, it’s just in my nature.  If someone is near me, I feel that I should acknowledge them… even if they’re just passing by and most likely would rather I didn’t.  I mean, when you’re leaving work, you really just want to close your eyes and run out the door as quickly as possible so as not to be stopped by anyone and prolong your day.  Or is that just me?  Not that I don’t LOVE my job.  Seriously. I really like my job. I know that’s hard to believe coming from previous posts when I was at a previous post. But now, I don’t mind being at work.

Anyway - I’m going to get ready to leave. Yeah, I’ll find a way to take 26 minutes to prepare myself to walk out the door. I’ve got rock trivia tonight and that means I’ve got to… well, nothing, because I really contribute 0 to my team.  P &  our team leader really don’t need anyone to tell them what’s what.  I’m just there for the free bar tab.

Peace out, peaches.

I’m feeling a little down today. Not because Christmas is over, not because it’s dreary out or because I bought the wrong presents, not because three of four people in my house right now are sick sick sick with a stomach bug, not because there are 700 channels with nothing to watch or because we’re broke as a joke, not because I’m having surgery in 16 days… really, I just can’t find a real reason why. I just feel poopy. Maybe it’s all of those things put together.

I want something fun and exciting to do, but I can’t come up with a thing! I’m one of those lame people who responds “eh…” to all 123982398 suggestions I’m given. I guess I’ll just sleep the rest of the evening away.

22 days ago I entered the courthouse not knowing what an incredible and gut wrenching journey I was in for. Today, around noon, I left the same courthouse for the first time without a deputy escort. I also left knowing that I had just helped put two men away for life in prison. I’m not sure that I have everything worked out in my head just yet and I’m not sure how I feel, but I am so glad it’s all over.

I’ve gone back and read several of the local paper’s articles on the trial. Not all of what was written regarding the jury was truthful. I’m particularly bothered by their coverage of the juror that was dismissed on the second day of our deliberation. In the primary article about her on December 14, she was portrayed as having lied to the court during jury selection about knowing people related to the case. I know for a fact that this is not true. I was on her selection panel and I know that she did turn in the names that she was familiar with. I’m unsure of whether or not this is an issue of the press misconstruing information or if, possibly, the attorneys were trying to cover their butts for not having excluded her as a juror in the beginning. Either way, the juror did nothing wrong.

I’m tired, though… and again, just glad this is all over.

Patrick and I finally decorated a little bit for Christmas. After having our big tree last year constantly molested and mutilated by the fur kids, we decided to go with not one, but two small table top versions and lots of squirt bottle action. So far so good!
Merry Christmas!

I am so drained. Physically, mentally, and emotionally wiped out.
Why, you ask? Well, I can’t tell you. This time next week, hopefully I will be able to spill my guts. If I’m lucky. Until then…

I spend the majority of my days working in a space that is easily viewable by others. I’ve grown accustom to having people over my shoulder, in my face, at my side, and in general, all up in my grill. Normally I don’t mind, as it has been a part of the job for several years now. Sometimes, though, when I’m goofing off online, blogging, playing a game, or looking at myspace (most of which is very rare, mind you), I often wonder what my co-workers might think of my activities. Especially when I’m caught looking at THEIR myspace profile. Not that we’re not friends online or anything like that, but still, it seems to me that I, for one, might be a little freaked out if I caught someone scoping out my page at work. It’s almost as if… well, it’s a little hard to explain. But I imagine a conversation going a little like this: “Oh, hey, yeah, I’m on myspace.” “yeah, I was looking at your page… um” “uh, well, I don’t look at it that often. seriously.” Maybe I’m just creepy.

Elvis T. Cat and I went for a car ride this evening to pick up Sr. Sticky P. It was fun and Elvis really seemed to enjoy it. I do believe we’ll do it again.

+Patrick made his world famous (okay, house famous. whatever) chili. my mouth feels happy and a little tingly from all those peppers and garlic.
+I got a new desk for scrap booking and my laptop! It’s so nice to have my own space with no piles of paper that I’m not allowed to touch.
+I actually started the scrapbook that I’ve been yammering on about for about 3 months. Although I’ve only begun, it looks so pretty and fun already. Yeah, I’m a geek.
+Patrick is finished with his comps, and if all goes well, he will only have to write his thesis before graduating in May. Hooray! I can’t wait to have a “normal” life again!
+Thanksgiving holiday is just around the corner and I’m so ready for a break! I’m even a little excited about the trip down to my mom’s house.
+omfg,cybts (can you believe this shit? yeah, i just made that one up)! democrats won the house AND the senate! My vote finally worked! Maybe we can get this country back on track; it seems like a long shot, but at least we’ve taken a step forward.

-It’s Sunday night. Work starts again in about 9 hours. Booooo…
-The plumeria I brought back from Hawaii started to rot because the soil was just too wet. Booo…
-My hands still smell and taste like garlic. Booo…

I suppose that’s it. Most is right with the world. I’ve got a warm cozy blanket, a soft pillow, and a purring kitty. What else could a girl ask for?

Occasionally I come across a person just strange enough to make me think someone else would enjoy hearing about them. Today, I encountered just this person; but for the second time.

At my job, I see all sorts of students, and one of my duties when they come in for a meeting is to scan their id cards to make sure that they are in our system. Yeah, we’ve got our collective eye on all of you. Anyway, so when I do this seemingly simple task, I don’t expect much of a reaction or a thank you. But this guy… I’ve checked him in twice and each time he rattles off some sort of long thank you in French. I’m very taken aback by this, because I don’t understand what the hell he’s saying to me other than “merci beaucoup.” Sorry, Madame Shorter. I imagine him saying something like “thanks a lot, you dumb American pig!” or maybe he’s secretly in love with me and can only confess his true feelings in a language I don’t know…

Maybe I’m the weird one.

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Zach Galifianakis was hilarious last night at the Chunklet 13th Anniversary Weekend Extravaganza Blowout, although some of what he said was a little shocking (and some also frighteningly true). I especially enjoyed his lip synching rendition of Annie’s “Tomorrow,” complete with illustration on the state of our government.

Fun stuff!