blip on the radar

94 days, 1 hr, 25 min and 35 seconds So not much is happening...I mean, tons of stuff is happening - but you know how life sometimes gets to be so busy that you feel like you can't remember what was happening two days ago? So in that sense it seems like not much is happening. Tonight I stayed home. I had a beer with my parents, had a nice dinner, talked about a lot of things, Ryan and Brittni made fun of me. (A lot - they always do that. They're actually really mean to me. For some reason I think it's entertaining.) Then I watched House and now I'm here. I was going to do some research about some stuff on the internet, but I can't remember what it was, so much for that. I was going to go to bed early. If I stop right now and make a mad dash for bed, I might still make it before 11...! This afternoon I was driving back to work after a quick "lunchbreak" shopping trip to the mall and lo and behold I saw a familiar face on the corner of Lakeshore and Brant Street - she didn't see me and I couldn't honk because of the traffic, but there was Laurs, waiting for the light with some kind of summery Starbucks drink and some sketchbooks or journals or something under her arm. I was really jealous. So anyway, hi Laura - isn't it creepy that you were watched and you're just finding out about it now??? Today, the light in our microwave burned out. For the first time in the, oh, 24 years my family has owned this microwave (cringe, but we all have a normal amount of fingers and toes - and in my memory it's only broken ONCE) there's no friendly light shining warmly on my defrosting lunch buns or reheating spaghetti sauce. I told Ryan that my childhood is now officially over. But we both agreed that, on the plus side, you can now use the microwave as a mirror even while it's going...which is cool, because for some reason the microwave always makes you look really good. I think it's because you can see yourself, but not well enough to notice anything bad. So farewell childhood, hello hotter self-image. Have a great Wednesday tomorrow, people. Only two more days of work for me...and then I'm going away for the weekend...woohoo!!! 94 days, 1 hour, 11 minutes, 20 seconds