Move over turkey baster, now is the era of the popsicle! [05 Aug 2008|01:17am] [ mood | here ] Many things have happened, but I should be sleeping instead of typing this, so we’ll see how far I get. To my surprise, my supervisor commented on how tired I looked today given the “black circles” under my eyes. It caught me off guard for several reasons, but the most disturbing one is that I had no clue. I don’t know what I’ll do when I don’t work with someone who feels comfortable telling me about my shoddy appearance. Tomorrow morning, I’m breaking out the concealer! I had a two week vacation. To kick it off, I went to Colorado for my grandmother’s 80th birthday party. My plane had little TVs on the back of each seat. Had our flight been long enough, I might have decided one of the shitty movie options was worth $4. Instead, I watched a map of where our plane was interrupted by advertisements, including several about adopting frozen embryos. There is an entire Embryo Adoption Awareness Campaign so that good god-fearin’ folk can rescue all the frozen children (byproducts from other couples’ in vetro fertilization). Why adopt from the child welfare system when you can simply make a kid from a popsicle? Having the little screen made the flight more tolerable. I strongly dislike flying, but seeing that little map was the equivalent of watching the doctor stick me with the needle (I also do not like flu shots). Somehow knowing what’s coming makes it easier to tolerate. Seeing my extended family went much better than expected, so that was nice. I rode back to Kansas with my parents and found that an English setter makes a decent pillow once you smash her into submission. As soon as I returned, Maureen and I packed/cleaned nonstop. Oh wait, I did stop to get a temporary crown put on my decay-ridden tooth. Nothing says fun vacation memories like moving and dental work! Our things are now in storage and I am living out of a suitcase in Anne’s sweet-ass pad with cable and lots of scented lotion to try. Right now, I smell like a jasmine flower freshly fucked by a vanilla bean. I went canoeing too, but am too tired to talk about it. Plus, there might be pictures later which would make the post oh so much more interesting. Unlike this post that kind-of sucked. And has sentence fragments. Also, lots of coma splices, because commas are my best friend. 6 reflections| Talk to me, baby!

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