So Rogers has decided that my computer is full of evil viruses, and is threatening to cut off our internet again should I risk exposing the world wide web to its diseases by reconnecting my wireless. Hence, my recent absence. But due to having an hour or so to kill and having perfected my history deleting technique, I'm writing this on my parents' computer. Howdy.
I have a multitude of things I could kvetch about, but I just can't find the energy to get worked up about any of it right now. I will point you to this Man vs. Clown entry, which, if it were possible, makes me love Peter Lynn even more. Calling pre-teens dirty liars is one of my areas of avid interest. Also, if you're male, check this out for some sympathy cringing. If you're female, go and laugh at Mr. Carlson's expense.
In recent Susan news, I've signed up for some ballroom dancing lessons with an old friend. Who thinks he's a pirate. I know the strangest people. Class starts in a week and a half; I'll keep you posted.
You know what depresses me most about my life right now? The fact that I have money to buy clothes, but no time or place to wear them. Stupid uniform. I, in fact, should probably go shopping soon to buy another pair of work pants and some less heinous work shoes. If I'm going to be living in them, they might as well be less clompy.
*Name that quotation! Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
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The West Wing, "Take Out the Trash Day."
And the grand prize of a firm handshake and approving nod goes to... DAN CARLSON! Whooooo! The crowd goes wild!
No seriously, I've become RE-addicted (for like the 25th time) to watching my West Wing dvds. I'm loving me some Studio 60, but it has yet to reach the heights of my unholy adoration for the Sorkin years of the West Wing.
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