The heck?

Okay. So it’s 3am and I’m blogging. In 45 minutes a Rapid Rover will shuttle me to the airport and I’ll be flying down to Dixieland (while dodging a tropical storm, a hurricane, and an orange alert, woohoo!) to tend to some non-blogable things. Baron vonPlaque is there and has been there since 6/29. We’ll both be returning on Monday night.

The ever-courteous Online Salesman Extraordinaire coworker P offered to take me to the airport today. For a 6:20am flight. Is that not the nicest thing? Naturally I declined the offer…it’s awfully early. But I was touched nonetheless. Incidentally…I decided to forgo sleep tonight. It’s a very bad decision. Hopefully I’ll sleep on the flights.

Late night tidbits:
This came as a huge shock to me, as I thought Zsa Zsa had been dead for years.

My thoughts and prayers go out to the citizens of London, and England as a whole. There are really no words. Events like this make my entire blog seem as relevant as belly button lint.

J. Peterman should have won. I hope he gets a lot of great work from his exposure here. Yes, Virginia, I was hooked on Dancing with the Stars too. At least I know I wasn’t alone.

For the first time ever, I went to the library today and it did not have the book I was looking for. So I had to diversify a bit. I chose the Lillian Jackson Braun mystery despite it’s uber-girly hot pink cover. (see reading list on the right) Apparently, cats solve mysteries. Okaaaaaaaaay…

Reasons why I shouldn’t attempt to run to the library with only 10 minutes left in lunch:

Library patrons are slow, slow, slow, slow, slow. Slow in the parking lot. Slow in the self-checkout line. Slow in the restrooms.

It’s summer, which means huge gangs of bored children roam the library and take up all the public use computers and the ‘card catalog’ computers. I think kids are the loudest whisperers I’ve ever heard.

Snippet of conversation overheard in parking lot:
“Seriously! Why do I have to choose from Mrs. Ms. or Miss? Why should I offer up myself to be judged by committing to a title! I should just be known as me!” Yeah…good point…but wasn’t this a hot topic 25 years ago? Don’t check off the darn box, that’s all! I bet she has a cross stitch wall hanging of the Love is kids at home.

Ooof. I miss sleeping.