i just had a peanut picnic on my desk. how cool am i?

it was kind of an office space moment. i went to the kitchen to get one of my water bottles from the fridge, and i saw that tempting sack of peanuts on the counter. i think the sack of peanuts has replaced the giant plastic container of utz sourdough pretzels as the office munchie of choice. bless whoever keeps replenishing the stock. (maggie? tom?) anyways, so i was in the kitchen, and there was this sack of peanuts, so i grabbed a handful and a few paper towels, returned to my office, dumped them out on my desk (yahtzee!) and went to town. in my mind, i was like, "i dare one of my co-workers to come in here now, biatch!"

of course, i'd rather manifest my down-with-the-man attitude by taking a power drill to the doorknob of the back exit that shocks me every freakin' time i leave the office to use the restroom. but the peanut picnic was a nice little me-moment.

so now it's back to work. sort of.

i feel somewhat accomplished today. i finished the main glen burnie story for the sun, which is a big load off my mind and/or back. now it's just sidebars and editor's profiles, which are typically cake. of course, after glen burnie is put to bed, i have the tech schools article and the piece on capitol college ... but those shouldn't be too challenging. or, at least, not as challenging as getting 1400 words out of a town that's all car dealerships, liquor stores and cemeteries. and then, once everything is done, i'll have earned a nice little break from freelancing and a big fat paycheck from the sun. that will go into my savings account. which i will open this weekend. riiiiiiiiiight.

i also feel quite ill. now that my bowels are all worked out, my sinuses have fallen apart. i can't seem to stop coughing. it's gotten to the point where coughing makes my head hurt, which is quite unpleasant.

in other news, i haven't seen or talked to steph in almost three weeks, which is inexcusable. i am going to shower her with love, crass jokes, sarcastic comments and plastic-animal glass markers the next time i see her, which will hopefully be this weekend.

i think that does a good job of encapsulating my current state of mind. maybe i'll write more if i find myself getting bored in the next three-and-a-half hours. which is highly likely.

cough hack cough wheeze cough cough hack weeze. it's so much fun, i can't seem to stop.

kind of a low-key evening. my dad said the only way to get rid of what i have is to rest it out of me, so i've been taking it easy since i got home from work. this was fun mostly because i decided to put off my freelancing and instead watch some of the x-men: evolution tapes i got from ebay. i finished the second season tonight.

man oh man. pardon me while i geek it up a few notches in here.

what a rad show this is. the season-finale cliffhanger episode is, quite possibly, the most brilliant episode of anything ever on TV. so many great developments and surprises: mystique rigging the school to blow; the x-men and the brotherhood joining forces to take down magneto; quicksilver revealing himself as magneto's spy in the brotherhood; magneto orchestrating a battle that will lead his adversaries straight into the path of the sentinel; the school getting demolished; and (the icing on the cake) the big mystique/professor x switcheroo!

the episode ended with mystique growling, "and things are about to get much worse." makes me sooooo want to pop season three into the VCR, but i am going to try to wait until the weekend.

OK. um ... so ... enough of that. it was a pretty uneventful day. maybe that's why i'm rambling on about a television cartoon.

things of note: pratik really is the tallest person i know. 6'2".

i repeat: tracy isn't shy. he's just an observer who is quiet at key moments. it may come off as shyness to complete strangers, but, well, that's why he talks to them.

michelle and i are going to duet before the year is over. yes, i'm finally going to duet with michelle. (no bonus points if you saw that lame pun coming.) it's about time, though. i think we are eyeing "something stupid," the sinatra-incest classic, as our public debut. i look forward to practicing. she'll make me sound good.

i'm going to take some flu meddies and crawl into bed. i think i have time for the first episode of the third season before i cough myself to sleep.