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I wanted so much to write about work this morning but a) reading about other people's work is boring, so I'd be writing it only for myself and b) it would take forever which would keep me from, well, working. But we're no longer attending the Planning Board meeting tonight that we were going to attend. And there's no meeting in August so we're not on until September. Theoretically I guess that sucks -- it sucks for the client that it's taking so long, and I would like to get a little freaking closure or something (our first submission was in DECEMBER, people, December and we have yet to go in front of the board) but it also means that there will be no rush. Well, haha, I'll still be rushing to get it in on time sometime in August, I'll bet, but I don't forsee another 2:30am evening any time soon. So that's good. I can make revisions in peace.

I'm really, really tired. I took a 15 minute nap at lunch. Last night I inflated my new air mattress to check it out (it is SO COOL. It is 1000x better than my old crappy Coleman. I am so grateful to Michelle for recommending it to me) and then fell asleep on it for a bit. Not as awesome as my real bed, but far more comfortable than my couch. At 5am I went to bed properly. This morning I had a bad dream. I was somewhere, we were somewhere, some camp or something. We were set up in bunk beds in dorms. I was in a room with Jeff and Chris and someone else that we knew and I had found something out that was fishy and I needed to tell Jeff, but he was talking to someone or something and I was just waiting around for him to get free, waiting around. It was a bad dream because I was getting increasingly agitated about not being able to discuss this THING with Jeff (I can't remember what it is now) and the situation seemed to get more dire. Then this guy wandered by, this kid from my old high school and it's very odd because I didn't even know this kid very well in real life, he was the grade above me and not my friend, but one of those friendly charming cute preppy types (he's probably a politician somewhere now) who put his arm around you in chemistry class, just to be charming, but I never liked him or anything, he has no significance to me. I can't even remember his name. Maybe Brian Something. Something with a P.

I might go up to see my parents this weekend. I haven't seen them since May.

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fordmadoxfraud
Jul. 7th, 2005 08:14 pm (UTC)
I need to get an air mattress as well. I like having houseguests, but my couch is pretty far from the most comfortable thing in the world (if you're sleeping...it's pretty okay to sit on).
littlewashu
Jul. 7th, 2005 08:15 pm (UTC)
That thing is the bizzomb. They aren't kidding when they say that it inflates in one (1) minute. And it's sturdy, and won't leak like other cheapo air mattresses.
mordicai
Jul. 7th, 2005 09:56 pm (UTC)
whatever, your couch is long, so i rate it well. besides, an air mattress on the floor? doghaircity.
fordmadoxfraud
Jul. 7th, 2005 10:08 pm (UTC)
Isn't my whole apartment doghaircity?

Also, the couch is long, yeah, but it's leather, hence kind of frictionless when you put a sheet on it. A serious bout of tossing and turning will put you on the floor.
king_kai
Jul. 7th, 2005 08:36 pm (UTC)
"he saw the leprechauns right before he passed out..."
hey, shoot me an email if you remember that thing. because yo, for real? there is *definitely* something fishy going on around here...
gonadsandstrife
Jul. 7th, 2005 10:04 pm (UTC)
Rule #8 (AKA McCoy's law): "Bureaucratic mentality is the only constant in the universe." I'm not surprised that it's been 7 months to go before a review board. It'll probably be another 7 before you get a date.
whosaidilied
Jul. 7th, 2005 10:49 pm (UTC)
if I come to Philly next week will you hang out with me for like a minute?
littlewashu
Jul. 7th, 2005 10:57 pm (UTC)
PSSH YES

Well, if I am here I will.

Which week?
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