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I am taking a break today, the first one of the day since I did not stop for lunch. My butt is quite numb from sitting with this document all morning. I cam to the realization that I will basically have to get it all done by tomorrow simply because the guy to replace me is coming tomorrow and I don't know where I'll be placed...perhaps in the corner to make my silly comments and circle words that nobody else knows why I've done it and when Linda gets the notes I've made she will simply throw them out and start again. I make no sense in this I know. I can't tell you why I'm writing out a list of the references in order when there already is a list of the references in order...something to do with helping me understand the purpose of so many numbers and acronyms. But I am doing my job and cutting out any possibility to understand this document without the acronym guide directly next to the reader. Franks replacement is here.....hes so very quiet and awkward.
In other, far more pleasant news, I had the most perfect weekend..minus an annoying roommate and the delay of my car until next weekend. How long has it been since we spent all day laying in bed from morning until evening when I packed my things and we left yet again. Our bath tub fits us both comfortably as does the air mattress Carol bought as a last minute substitue. We finally got her a chair to sit on..it is coveted and she keeps it in her bedroom so Andrew won't use it. The tv no longer rests on the floor after 5 hours of frustration we finally got the entertainment center put together. And there is finally a tv in teh bedroom, which allows us to spend all day in there much easier without nearly as much boredom. We sent J off for hot fudge sundaes that really were not hot fudge sundaes. Chocolate syrup is not hot fudge and I know I have everyone's agreement on that one. Beyond the one productive moment of going to the store for home supplies and pizza hut for lunch...we spent the whole weekend curled up together enjoying our apartment....and cleaning up after Andrew. Oh joy, maybe I'll post the pictures of what Andrew thinks clean is. Its quite...not clean. I do so very much hope that me cleaning up after him was a hint instead of an excuse to not clean up for the weekend. Why he continues to camp out in the living room instead of walking the 6 feet to his bedroom to go to sleep I don't really know. How hard is it to say, I'm tired, I'll turn off the tv and go to my own room. No..it doesn't happen. We don't care really..he can move his tv into his room and we'll just get another tv. But if our room looked like his I wouldn't sleep there either. The ants have run amock and Carol found a cute little centipede in the bathroom. Why she flushed him I'll never know...she did love him so.
It was a weekend of firsts and a weekend of seconds and it was perfect.
In other, far more pleasant news, I had the most perfect weekend..minus an annoying roommate and the delay of my car until next weekend. How long has it been since we spent all day laying in bed from morning until evening when I packed my things and we left yet again. Our bath tub fits us both comfortably as does the air mattress Carol bought as a last minute substitue. We finally got her a chair to sit on..it is coveted and she keeps it in her bedroom so Andrew won't use it. The tv no longer rests on the floor after 5 hours of frustration we finally got the entertainment center put together. And there is finally a tv in teh bedroom, which allows us to spend all day in there much easier without nearly as much boredom. We sent J off for hot fudge sundaes that really were not hot fudge sundaes. Chocolate syrup is not hot fudge and I know I have everyone's agreement on that one. Beyond the one productive moment of going to the store for home supplies and pizza hut for lunch...we spent the whole weekend curled up together enjoying our apartment....and cleaning up after Andrew. Oh joy, maybe I'll post the pictures of what Andrew thinks clean is. Its quite...not clean. I do so very much hope that me cleaning up after him was a hint instead of an excuse to not clean up for the weekend. Why he continues to camp out in the living room instead of walking the 6 feet to his bedroom to go to sleep I don't really know. How hard is it to say, I'm tired, I'll turn off the tv and go to my own room. No..it doesn't happen. We don't care really..he can move his tv into his room and we'll just get another tv. But if our room looked like his I wouldn't sleep there either. The ants have run amock and Carol found a cute little centipede in the bathroom. Why she flushed him I'll never know...she did love him so.
It was a weekend of firsts and a weekend of seconds and it was perfect.