The end of the week as we know it

My roomie wasn't at all irked with me when he got home. Actually, I think he was too nauseous to think about it. It was really really humid and hot yesterday, and his airplane's air conditioning failed. He normally doesn't feel airsick, but in this case, there wasn't a soul on the plane any color but green.

This weekend is going to fly. It's in the cards. (It's on the calendar). Tonight I think we are playing games with friends. I have to help Karen move tomorrow, and tomorrow night I think we have plans with Yeffy and Reagan. Of course I have a sink full of dishes and a basement full of laundry to take care of, too.

Doesn't that sound like a blast and a half?

Actually, it's not that there aren't a lot of fun things in the weekend. I just tend to omit time for myself. You know, vegetation. Relaxing. Exercising, organizing, and generally becoming more human than autonomic.

Not enough time to write much today, since I have to go to an all-staff seminar this afternoon. We are going to have a popsicle and watch a video on sexual harrassment. It sounds like somewhat a waste of time, but it's part of what we have to do to earn our annual bonuses.

Joy.