The world don't move...
...to the beat of just one drum"
Seems like it's bad 80's sitcom theme song music here at the office. I can't seem to get the theme song from Diff'ent Strokes out of my head.
Please, dear God in heaven, make the hurting stop.
The life and times of a Samurai-Poet.
...to the beat of just one drum"
A woman walks into a plastic surgeons office and asks for a face lift. The doctor says, "Hey, we got this great new procedure. We attach a knob to the back of your head and whenever you want a lift you just turn the knob."
Okay, this may be an overstatement, but c'mon. Check this out.
We find comfort among those who agree with us, growth among those who don't. -Frank A. Clark, writer (1911- )
Today the international astronomer community officially stripped Pluto of its planet status. Pity. I was always pulling the little guy.
I checked my voicemail on my Milwaukee phone at lunch today. It turns out that MATC wanted me to come in that afternoon to interview for an open english professorship. I couldn't help but laugh. That was a job that I applied for over three months ago.
Hmm. Dinner on the stove. Bills paid. The apartment all to myself. Who would have thought that a Monday could be so relaxing. :)
My Satuday To Do List:
I just made my first "To Do" list at work. After all the shit I gave my Nikki for constantly making them, here I am doing it myself. Wow, hipocrisy sucks :p My apologize, babe.
Funny office moment. Craig went across the street to get his hair cut. He came back and informed me that the woman who cut her hair was an attractive red head. He must have seen the look of interest on my face, because he quickly added, "No, you wouldn't like her. She isn't slutty enough."
I met an old friend of mine for coffee last night. I haven't seen her for almost six years. So obviously we had a lot to talk about. We ran the gambit of religion, politics, sex, old times, etc... It was almost as if we were all back in Galesburg. Before I knew it was almost 9 in the evening. We had talked for nearly six straight hours. It was a good time.
Nothing like waking up at 11:00 and knowing that you got nothing pressing to do. For the most part, the apartment is unpacked. I still got some boxes filled with clothes in my bedroom, but all the common areas in the apartment are set up and ready for habitation. The only thing missing is a beer in my hand and football on the tv. Alas, it is too early for both.
Now this is living. Tonight, I am spending the first night in my new apartment. Craig was a huge help moving in and much love goes out to my buddy, Jason, for the huge assit back in Milwaukee.