Dec. 19th, 2005

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Apparently if you don't go to the Dean's holiday party, the Dean's holiday party comes to you. The office looks like a catering company exploded in it, and we're all walking around loading up plates. The breakfast leftovers are spread out over the top of about ten feet of filing cabinets, and the lunch leftovers are in the fridge for later. Whatever we don't eat today and tomorrow, we have to take home. Ye gods.

(Although, if I have to pick a week to probably have my checking account be overdrawn for a couple of days, a week in which people keep shoving food at me is probably one of the better ones.)
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Two or three weekends ago, I noticed that the sunlight in my bedroom in the morning was doing something I really wanted a picture of. I didn't do it at the time because I was on the way out the door, and now it's looking like it's going to be January before I can get myself, my digital camera, the charged battery for the camera, and the sun doing what I want a picture of in my bedroom all at the same time.
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I never post this often in a single day, but I just had to let the world in general know that I'm in love with a song.

OK, I shut up now.
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