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I apologize for referencing Ms. Spears, but that's the best song-type thing I could come up with this morning.  Deal.

The weekend flew by in a blur, and other than cooking and doing dishes, nothing much was accomplished.  Sigh.  The Barbeque on Saturday was forced indoors by the cooler temps, to make it a typical crowded house party rather than an outdoor/picnic event.  Still, it was nice, and I'm glad I went.  Glad I helped out with the food, even though I risked my fingers (okay, it wasn't that cold, but it felt like it).  Glad I saw people I didn't get to see all week.  Very glad I went out dancing with one of the hostesses, and a couple of Muskateers.  Little divey bar, bad neighborhood and hard to get to without a DD, and the DJ was inexperienced and made some bad calls (seriously, who spins new wave and doesn't bring The Reflex?) but on the whole it was a blast.  Must go back again.

I created another of my 'I'm bored, an' there are random ingredients in my cabinets' meals on Sunday.  Salmon-Couscous Curry.  It was yummy, and worth the effort I put into adding spices and things, even if I did stick a layer of couscous to the pot, so that I spent the rest of the day soaking it.  Was supposed to go downtown for Falafel, but I woke up still drunk, and by the time I took a nap and sobered up, I missed the call saying, 'are you okay, we're hungry'.  The sobering up process made me glad I didn't try to get on the Metro, though.  Which is actually more amusing when you consider that I left the bar, got a ride to the Metro, took the train home, then walked to my house, let myself in, turned off the lights, cleaned up the kitchen, put picnic leftovers away, fed and watered the cat, read for a while, had some juice...and then slept for a few hours, and woke up nauseous and needing more sleep.

So, today is that Monday you have every once in a while.  The Monday after the Sunday that you wasted recovering from the party on Saturday.  Or; what do you mean the weekend's over; I only used the one day?

Hence:  Ooops I did it again, I came in to work...

Somehow, even though my boss approved overtime for me this morning, and I went to bed at a sorta decent hour last night, I was almost late to work.  I could blame Metro, or insomnia, or that idiot Bush for getting me all angry and riled up last night...Well, what the heck, I'll blame all three.  

The State of the Union was actually a disapointment, in terms of having quality anger-generating points.   So much of it was old hat, 'I've been pissed off about this for years now' type stuff.  I love the fact that I got an e-mail today praising his 'new' environmental initiatives, when they're eerily similar to the environmental initiatives in his first and second addresses.

We did, however, manage to throw $10.50 in change at the TV, which I donated to the DNC's "Down-payment on 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue" initiative this morning.  Anyone who did not throw change at their TV last night, I encourage you to invest in political real estate of your choice.  If, for example, some democrats could put their cash into the Connecticut governor's mansion, I'd consider it a personal favor.

I'll stop with the politics now, since I usually just manage to upset myself.

I had some posting issues yesterday afternoon, so we'll see what I get done today, between work stuff and actually writing.  I certainly won't be distracted by reading, since the book I've been reading on the Metro is far to engrossing to read at my desk, and the fanfic world seems to have universal writer's block at the mo'.