the goofy is kind of a permanent state

Random bits of goodness for you:

- Yesterday was my dad's 60th birthday. Yes, that's right. SIXTY. Happy birthday, OLD MAN. Heh.

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I went to my exercise class last night. No, no. Let me rephrase. I
braved blowing snow and treacherous road conditions to work out. Yeah,
that sounds better. I had this refrain going through my head during the
class: Fuck you, depression. It worked. A little. I only had two
handfuls of chocolate chips when I got home.


What? I was hungry.

- Does anyone still watch Fringe? Anyone? Okay, then. Just checking.

-
Wait, wait. How about Gray's Anatomy? I have a bazillion episodes
sitting on my TiVo and I just can't bring myself to sit on our KICK ASS
AWESOME NEW COUCH and watch them.


- Yes. I just cheaply and lamely used a melodramatic soap opera as a way to bring up our KICK ASS AWESOME NEW COUCH.

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So, ahem, today marks the beginning of My Last Semester of Graduate
School. Hooray, right? Right. Except the last class I chose to take
(which, mind you, I chose because I actually thought I would learn
something, rather than just picking the class that I could cruise
through because, I mean, I am PAYING for this degree, right?) has
biweekly online class meetings on Tuesday nights at 10. PM. At night.
When the sun is no longer shining. Mandatory. Meetings.


- Shannon sent me a link to a spa in Wisconsin (I know... the
jokes, they just write themselves), and at this spa you can get, are
you ready for this? A massage with TWO masseuses. And it's 90 minutes.
So for an hour and a half, two people rub you stupid. Don't ask how
much it costs. It's too depressing. Just sit and imagine being rubbed
by four hands for nearly two hours. Unless that kind of stuff creeps
you out. In which case just sit and imagine something totally harmless
and benign. Like... tongue depressors.