Saturday Morning
Am proctoring yet another exam. I am a professional proctor... or at least that's part of my job description. The good part about this job is that I do manage to get homework and necessary paperwork done. The best part about this job is that I get a day off my daytime job, everytime I proctor on a weekend. The bad part about this job is that I don't get paid. The worst part however is the boredom. Because there is only so much you can do sitting quietly in a room for 4-6 hours. Today's gig is ok, because I am surrounded by computers and I can surf craigslist, post my blog and even stand up and walk a bit. Other gigs, you can't even move from your desk. I can hear my thoughts out loud at times. Or at least I can hear them, because it's so damn quiet even when you shift your feet to get blood flowing, you can hear it echo a mile away.

I managed to work out the time conflict with sailing and choir. Will sing til the end of mass, then whisk myself away in my snazzy silver car. Hopefully I will make it. The America's Cup boats are out on the bay this weekend apparently. Would be so superb to be sailing side by side with one of these. I wish I could take my camera along with me. However, I think I'll regret it even more if something happened to it. One of these days I'll get the guts to bring it along.



Slumber Party
Last night, friend, N, stayed over. She's engaged to her new man, and apparently, this was the first nite she'd spent away from him since they got engaged. They had a fight yesterday about golf. He was going to spend the day playing without her. She got upset because he's been putting golf off for baseball.

"you come home every night and decide you have to watch the stupid A's and claim you're too tired to play"

"and when I ask you to play on Sunday, you say there's another stpid A's game on and you can't play"

"did we not agree that we would golf together every weekend? I learned golf so we could do something together"

"oh so now I'm restricting you from your lifestlye... fine!"

click.

ahh.... the joys of couplehood.