No, I'm not dead. Lazy? Oh yes! And how! Not geting things done is my olympic event. I'd be taking gold for like, the 10th time in a row, and be all "Take that, Michael Phelps, with you 6 golds and your sexy abs!". But I digress.

So work is kicking my ass. Not that my job is reaaly physical or anything, it's just that I work sweat shop hours. I go in at 7:30 and I am supposed to get off at 5, but I'm usually there til 5:30. Oh, and Monday I get to start going in at 7! Yay me. It's not that bad though. There is so much to be done that I never even have a chance to get bored. It's usually noon before I even have a chance to look at the clock again. But, I kind of like the job, so that works. I do have one issue, though. All my other jobs have been in situations where if I choose not to go to work one day, then it wouldn't really matter. The person in the next cube would just have to take that call. Here, I am the only person who does what I do. If I'm not at work shit doesn't get done, and people are calling to bitch at me the next day when I do return. I'm not used to that level or responsibility. No, wait, it's not the responsibility that is the issue, it's the accountability. I'm the only bitch that finger is going to get pointed at, Not sure how I feel about that. Especially since my life long attendance track record is shoddy, at best.

So the other night at Bobby McGees they had the news on. Normally this is not a problem, but HELLO!! The OLYMPICS are on! I made such a stink that they finally just changed the channel to shut my ass up. What's funny about my Olympic fever is that I'm generally not the most patriotic cookie in the box. I'm opposed to the military (not them protecting me, just me having to be involved), I don't say the pledge of allegence and a list of other mildly unamerican things. But there are exactly 2 occasions when I get my "Go America" on. 1. Fouth of July, because I do love fireworks. And 2. During the Olympics. I completely love watching my country's brightest and best pounce all over smaller, less athletic countries. Seriously, I watch sports I don't even like (let alone, respect *coughcoughBeachVolleyballcough*) just for the opportunity to watch us whomp all over so Algerians, or some Czech Republicans, or "Germanians", or even some "Damn Dirty Romanians!". It's a beautiful thing. And Paul Hamm coming back from 6th to win gold on the high bar? I swear to god, I nearly shead a tear. I love the Olympics. Plus, where else do you get to see eye shadow in that Nuclear-Day-glo shade of blue that only Russian gymnists and Russian figure skaters wear?

Wow, I seriously have nothing to do today. I went to bed at a reasonable hour, so I was up around 11:00. I have nowhere to be, no alarms going off, and my whole day ahead of me. That's awesome. Of course, I could have been at my fathers mid-life crisis nuptuals, going down today. But... I'm not. And that's another story for another day.

OK, I'm gonna go forrage for food, then I think I might play The Sims for a couple hours. Later days!

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