Grown ups

I'm feeling very adult today. Paid my rent (does it count as late when the first is a Sunday?), went to the bank, bought some veggies and fresh herbs and made a marinade so I can have grilled chicken for dinner, and am about to clean and do some laundry. It's like I'm a housewife, except without the husband. Somehow, it doesn't seem right without the perk of someone else's paycheck.

The temp agency called today and said, "I know you have summer classes, but do you think you could work anymore this summer?" No! Nononononono! Must read! Must write poems! Must go shopping for hiking boots and clothes that will be suitable for Arizona in July (I own exactly 1 pair of shorts, and it doesn't fit). Oh, and don't forget the fall syllabus for my comp class. Now that I sorta, kinda know what I'm doing, I think it's time to revamp the plan.

My grandma says if I go to the University of Nevada for my PhD, she'll come visit. She likes to gamble. As much as I'd love to entertain my grandmother in Vegas, I don't think I'll be applying to UNLV. We'll see. Everyone says if I go to the University of Nebraska, Lincoln, they're not coming to visit. Come on people. How can Nebraska be any worse than Ohio as far as weather and entertainment go? So far, based on my minimal research, Nebraska is my favorite.

The dust bunnies are calling. Gotta go.

Show and Tell

This is what happens when Sara has too much to do:

Imagine my whole apartment (and the back seat of my car) looking just like this.



And this is why I wish I still smoked:






Of course, my favorite is the sexy librarian. Why does Camel have to send me free goodies two months after I quit?