It's Gonna Be A Nice Day

My boss is sick today, so I will not be going in to work. I’ve got about 6 hours of school work I need to do, so this works out perfectly. My boss is sick, though, so that sucks. Fever, sore throat, sounds kind of like strep. I hope not, because that is quite unpleasant.

I don’t have a whole lot to say right now, mainly because nothing has happened yet today. I’m staring at a stack of books and articles that need my attention, and it makes me a little bit sad. I missed a great show last night (Traindodge and Captured By Robots!) and I’m missing Alma’s funeral right now because I have so much damn work to do. I know some people love November, but I’m not really liking it this year.

Speaking of, I found out yesterday that I’m not getting paid for the study as quickly as I thought. I might not get paid until after Christmas. That might mean some crummy presents from me this year, but it increases the likelihood that the money will eventually facilitate my (possible, fingers crossed!) trip to Vancouver this spring. That would be awesome. It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen my friend Roo and his wife. Silver lining? Sweet and Sour Grapes? I don’t know, but I was recently accused of being a “weepy little fucking emo kid,” so I’m trying a lot harder to find the good. Of course this same person accused my of being Brock-like (which very few of you will understand, but trust me, in the context it was not a good thing), so maybe I should consider the validity of the source.

Speaking of finding the good, tonight brings us the last new episode of Lost until 2006 (which really isn’t that far away, but damn if that doesn’t sound dramatic!). I’ve still got three episodes I need to watch (not including tonight’s), so it’s not so sad for me that there are no more new episodes because I still have four new episodes. If I know anything, it’s that four is more than zero.

So today I will finish writing an outline of “The United Nations in the Post-Cold War Era” by Karen A. Mingst & Margaret P. Karns, and I will start/finish writing an outline for a paper arguing that the international mainstream mass media is the most powerful of Louis Althusser’s Ideological State Apparatuses. At no point will there be sexy dancing from a bevy of Brazilian supermodels in my life on this day. I guess that makes it like every other day in my life.

Oh, and remember how I said I wasn’t going to work? Well, one of my people forgot to open the lab this morning, so I rushed down there, filthy and without a either my iPod or clean underwear, to open the lab. She showed up, and I got to go back home. Yeah for denouement.

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