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Okay. I'm confused about a couple of things, and I need some help from you, dear loyal readers.
- One of the Spaniards at work does something really strange. At first I thought I was jumping to a wrong conclusion, but I made a conscious effort to observe him in the act of doing this thing. I asked him about it, but I think he was confused by my question. Anyway... He puts his Coca-Cola in a pint glass, and goes into the microwave with it. For about a minute. All the time. Every day, a couple of times a day. Some of you might be familiar with this practice and may be able to shed some light on it. Please help if you can.
- There's this commercial on the television. A Sony commercial. For some super high-tech digital video/still hybrid camera. In the commercial, there's a young couple who are showing off their new house to a woman who is presumably the mother of the girl. The place is a hell-hole. Apparently, there's a horrible stench coming from somewhere, and there's a big ass raccoon roaming around inside the house. They're all non-chalant about the whole thing, because the crème de la crème is a fantastically decorated nursery for the baby they evidently haven't told the mother about. The mother says "So, who's the father?". A little joke, yes. But what I don't get is .... What is Sony trying to tell us? I guess the point is that it's okay to have a fucking dive of a house with a giant rabid rodent and unbelievable stench, and a mother who more or less calls you a whore (even if it is a joke) as long as the baby's room is nice, and you have their new product to document the whole thing.
Today was a fun day. I was surprised by Karen, who drove from Durham to bring me lunch. It wasn't a complete surprise, like when she pleasantly surprised me by being at my house when I got off work last Tuesday, but I only knew about it a few minutes before she would get there. For those of you joining us late, or not scoring along at home, Karen lives a good 45 minutes away, so it takes a lot of effort to pull the surprise visit. We ate lunch and hung out for a couple of hours before I had to take off for work. Work was a damn joke. Really dead.
I felt kind of bad because I feel like I let Karen down the other day. I stayed with her on Sunday night, and although we didn't really talk about it, she figured I would stay Monday night as well, which is what I've done a couple of times. I didn't do it though, because I was really cranky and anti-social, so I decided to go home. I had slept really poorly the night before, and I was really really out of it. As soon as I got home, I sat down and actually fell asleep for a few hours. Early in the evening. I usually try to avoid naps because they make me feel horrible and throw off my sleeping, but I really needed it. Exactly what I needed. I felt better, and I was able to sleep normally at my normal sleep time.
Today, we were watching Sylvia, but we weren't able to watch the end of it. I know it got some unfavorable reviews, and it got an especially bad review from a friend of mine who is a big fan of Sylvia Plath. However, I was kind of liking it, so TiVo-ed the hell out of it for later viewing. I'm not even a Gwyneth Paltrow fan. Actually, I usually abhor her, but I thought she was doing a fine job. I'm anxious to see the remainder of the movie, but it'll have to wait.