13 May 2002 - 10:09 p.m.

Ah, me.

As if by some last sadistic/charitable reminder of why I don't want to continue to work where I work anymore, I have been asked to work full time on what is commonly known as "Senior Week."

Well, that's okay, since following Graduation (Sunday), I will pretty much have nothing but Senior Week. So even though my day today was the typical 8 hours of ennui alternated with completely absurd stress, I took a wicked pleasure in it all. Because the bad - filing, dealing with lunch orders that come in late, the bitch down the hall, the roldex cards - will be done with very, very soon. And the good - spending lots of time with my Neopet (see below, her name is Nurse Kelly, aw!) scoping out the bridal porn, and chatting over AIM - will continue, with no inturruption.

If I'm not quite done with work, I am at least done with all of my work for my BA! I turned in the first chapter of my novel to Aitch-dawg today. The only thing even remotely scholastic I have until grad school is a letter in support of Prof. McHotHot's promotion, which I would have started earlier were he not sort of on my list. But he hasn't been at any social events recently, and, you know, if he wants to remain my pretend boyfriend, he's got to start showing up to the shindigs. Maybe I'll move to Virginia and not talk to him for a year. That will give him some time to think about what he's done!

In typical Freudian wish-fulfillment fashion, I had a dream following Saturday's cocktail party that Gus, PMcHH, a friend of ours, and I all went out to Pamela's for breakfast. Three of us ordered meals including tasty meat products, but PmcHH ordered a vegetarian omeltte, and grumbled about it quite a bit.

"Since when are you a vegetarian?" I asked.

"Oh, I moved in with a vegetarian a few months ago," he said. "They do strange things to you." After a thoughtful pause, he added, "Sometimes I really hate my fiancee."

Isn't it funny how there are awkward moments in dreams? Not wanting to add fuel to the fire, I responded, "Oh, so you're engaged? Congratulations, when's the wedding? This summer?"

"No, October," he replied. "but I'm not going to be there."

Dude, why can't stuff like this ever happen in real life?

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