I need a vacation from my life

I turn 29 tomorrow. I have an odd impulse to get my right nipple pierced. I don’t know why. I’m only sort of kidding. And yes, this entire post is going to be every bit as random as the previous 4 sentences. It’s snowing and all I want to do is go back home and go to bed. Or better yet, go home and finally watch season four of Doctor Who. I might actually do that. Work has been kind of fun lately. I’m working on a collection of old sci-fi/ horror/ monster movie photos. Actually, it’s a LOT more than photos but I’m working on the photo section right now. The collection also has a Tribble in it, which I have discovered I take it as a personal insult if someone doesn’t know what that is. I was talking to my mom on the phone the other day and she was complaining about work and all the drama and how she was afraid the business would be sold and my biggest work concern was that I couldn’t find the King Kong folder, which I found the next day. So, I guess no complaints in that department today. I have yet again made plans to finish my masters degree, this time in a new department with a new emphasis. I had a meeting yesterday to see how many classes it would take to be done and the magic number was three. I’ll take the first one this summer. It’s a field course in historic preservation. I’ll have to take a week off from work but that’s what vacation is for, sorta. I’m kind of seeing someone. I wouldn’t say we are dating but we are going on dates. Or at least we were. I think we might have skipped the entire dating part and gone directly to the boring-been-married-for-40-years-no-longer-having-fun part. The last time I saw him we watched like 5 hours of reality tv, cuddled on the couch, argued about who was hungry and who wasn’t and then ultimately skipped dinner for no apparent reason, didn’t fool around even– at all, and then I got bored and drove home in a blizzard. So needless to say, it was a pretty romantic valentine’s weekend between that and spending 5 hours on Sunday helping set up for and then attending a funeral. What else… The doggies are pretty happy. The little one is taking classes and the big one is a total traitor. For some reason my dog likes my roommate better and my roommate’s dog likes me better. Nobody is really sure why. Poop. I was actually going to leave work and watch Doctor Who in bed at home for the rest of the day but just remembered that I’m apparently waiting on a flower delivery at work. The dude I’m seeing is a sweet heart despite his inherent dullness and is “surprising” me with “something” at work today. I’m guessing flowers. If it’s something like a singing telegram I’m calling him to break up before the song is done. This was after he harassed me for an hour through email and text messages (half of which were sent before I even got to work) to get my work address. For some reason it really bothers me that he didn’t just think to go to my work website and get the delivery address. Having good problem solving skills is sexy to me, apparently. Anywho… I guess I’ve rambled long enough and since I’m stuck here anyway I better get some work done. Geeze, I’m such a bitch. Thanks for the flowers, now quit bothering me.