the daily grind has taken me over.

THIS POST WAS ACTUALLY WRITTEN ON 4/16, BUT DUE TO TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES (read: total laziness) THE ACTUAL POSTING WAS DELAYED. APOLOGIES ALL AROUND.

well, i had planned a multi-part posting about the work that went into re-doing eric's apartment - but now that it is over and done with, i am over it. :) one of these days i will get around to putting up pictures of the before and after - but until that fine day, you'll just have to imagine the wonderland in your own minds.

so i have a ton of work to do in my office, but i was just down in the archives ripping apart cardboard boxes and filling dumpsters. that means i am dirty and dusty and disheveled and need a break. i also ran into the IT Guy on my way to the archives, and he said hello. and laughed as he walked away. which normally would be puzzling, but i know what he was laughing about. and it ain't pretty. i had almost forgotten about it, but how could the Fates let that happen? how?

jennifer and i went for a walk around the building grounds yesterday afternoon, to celebrate the fact that a) it was a gorgeous, crisp sunny day, and b) that we were finally free from the excruciating and time-wasting all-day training workshop to "learn" how to use the new microsoft 2007 word and excel. it's word, people. who the f@$k needs all day training?? so anyway. we were finally free. our IT folks were installing MS2007 on all our computers and mine was frozen in some endless loop of updates... so off on a walk we went.

as we wrapped up the walk, we started talking about some (god only knows what - i can't even remember now...) topic that may or may not have involved fatness, awkward situations, and possibly doctors' offices? as we walked down the hall back to our offices, it seemed relevant that i attempt to convey the spirit of this by using body language, hand gestures, loud sound effects along the lines of "bee-yore, bee-yore, bee-yore," a bit of dance, all cobbled together with some intelligent narrative such as "like, that graphic they always show on, like, news to show swirling fatness? like?" this dramatic interpretation took place just as we were walking into my office. in fact, i was so caught up in performing the necessary gyrations and arm flailing that i didn't even catch on at first... but as my final words of "...to show swirling fatness?" still hung in the stale office air, i turned to see the poor IT Guy sitting at my desk staring at us. i'm sure he said something witty, or even just something like "your updates are done, just log on and you'll be ready to go," but all i could hear was the hot white-noise of the blood rushing to my head. and the cackling laughter.