I deleted my home directory once...

Mmm, it is a lovely 54 degrees outside today, yess~ (Well, the computer claims 54. My thermometer claimed 59, but either way, it was less than sixty when I left this morning.) I hope this continues! Pleeeease~ (Of course, it's supposed to be back in the 70s/80s by the weekend... I hope the forecast lies. D:)

I totally feel like it's Monday all over again. o.o; Probably because yesterday was the weekend I'm not going to get this weekend. XD; I totally meant to get up and do stuff, but alas, I got up just before Diana called at 3pm. (For the record, my dream appeared to include both Chad Dylan Cooper - WTF XD - and Ny Vollen. And Hannah Montana. Clearly I need help.) I did get some laundry done, though? And I went running! Buuut that's really about it for productive things yesterday; I don't know where it all went. D: I did go to bed before 2, as well, and I even managed to get up at 9 this morning! (Well, 9:10, but that's close enough!) Sashi actually seemed miffed and wanted me to stay in bed and stop getting up to turn off the alarm. XD;

Anyway... I should get back to finishing my cluster stuff so I can make sure I have enough labs printed and email people about getting stands for the lab on Saturday. I should also go take a tour of campus later to make sure I know where we're going for this scavenger hunt. XD;; Also, must talk to Vicki this afternoon - I found a postdoc that I might actually be good at, but the application is due in... nine days! Eep. o.o (Also must remember to register for AAS and get plane tickets to D.C.! And get a hotel at Disney. AND FIND A CATSITTER OMG. D:)

EDIT: Also! JAYNE HATS FOR TURKEYS! You know you want one!

I feel like I should be chanting or something.

Fail, world. Fail.

1) Wal-Mart did not have the 2-disc edition of the first Transformers movie. Ah, well. That's probably for the better. Now it'll go back on the Christmas list.

2) I've had a suspicion that maybe there's a plastic bag stuck in my car, as I've noticed this burning wax smell after about ten minutes of driving over the past week. Despite the fact that it was dark when I got back from my Transformers-less Wal-Mart run, I opened up the hood to check (I'll have to get under the car tomorrow or over the weekend when it's light). I did not see a plastic bag, but I did see A RANDOM TOOL AND POSSIBLE PART OF MY ENGINE that Jiffy Lube left lying around the last time I had the oil changed. That was maybe a few weeks ago; I hadn't had any reason to open the hood until now. WTF, Jiffy Lube. Do I just go back and demand to know whether this is a piece of my engine or some other poor soul's? Do I keep the wrench for ransom? Argh, I do not have time to go to Jiffy Lube and complain until... oh, never. Okay, maybe... um. If I skip a morning of work next week. Which I really can't do, actually. Boo. I can only assume that if nothing has fallen apart yet, then it's not horribly important. Maybe I'll try to take a look when it's light (again, uh, when?) and see if it looks like something is missing. I guess I could at least call and complain. And hold the wrench hostage. I checked the user manual, and the piece doesn't match anything I can find so maybe it's not even mine.

3) I got an email today from TFAW about the nifty Star Wars oneshot comic, "Purge". I went to go think about buying it... only to find that it's out of stock. Uh. Why are you sending me emails to buy it if it's out of stock probably before you even sent the email? Fail! Guess I'll go direct to Dark Horse or something.

EDIT: Okay, okay. Now it's back in stock. IT WAS TOTALLY OUT OF STOCK THIS AFTERNOON. XD; Down to 2/3 fail, Thursday.

... Right. Now to maybe work on an amat application and save my resume for tomorrow when I'm not as braindead. I don't have enough free time in between helping out with STARS to do any real work, but resume updating is something I can do and still feel productive. And maybe work up the nerve to see how Anthony feels about writing me a letter. Eek, I have to get up early tomorrow, too. ;_; And not forget to feed Scott's cat!

This amount of fail deserves a tag.