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I'm not usually into ceremonies, but I absolutely loved the strongly worded speech Yoyoma put on. As jukebox noted, Aretha's hat. What was awkward for me was watching the horrible poem. Read. Awfully. By. That. Woman. So I don't know poetry and Janna does, so I had to carefully wait until she started loudly retching at the abuse of the english language that was taking place. Then I knew my opinion wasn't wrong. That poetry sucked.

What I'm really sucking up is my pride after the clothespin incident.

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Oops. So this weekend I enjoyed the effect of leaving my usual environment behind and thus breaking out of familiar brain patterns. Unfortunately, one of those patterns was doing office work, and now I'm almost in a pickle. Uh, oops. While I enjoyed the snow, took pictures of little boy's penises, invaded Britain, and muchly enjoyed the hosting of Janna, I was failing to review my case file & draft discovery and finalize (or finish) my draft of the "appeal." Hmph. Only now as I realize my calendar says "20" and the far off date of "23" is dick-length away do I remember why it was I packed office work to take with me to Baltimore. I can't even put this crap off as I soon do my NY trip, abbreviated by misplaced budget concerns (a $2k trip was trimmed by a day to save $130, however I'll get 2-4 hours or more comp time which is greater than or nearly equal to this "savings)."

Ok it turns out I did more work than I realized and I'm not far off - even if I was I have the time to sink into comp time to make up for this. I meant to do some work tonight, but I spent quite some time circling the beltway since all highways into the city were closed, as were most of the highways out of the city. I had to use rt 50 to get home, and once I turned my heat back up and unpacked, I decided that while I certainly could spend my last 2 hours of 4 day weekend to do office work prior to tomorrow morning in the office, I'd rather have a couple of the dogfish head chicory stouts to chase the godiva chocolates I pierced with my tongue.

I'm learning something from Janna but I'm not quite sure what - an openness I was trying to find on my own that is a lot easier to absorb when you see someone else do it. See, she's easily as geeky/nerdy as I, perhaps even as angry at times, and has a strong personality. However, she's far more accepting of many different things than I am. She likes the ravens and the fandom. She likes hockey - oh how that makes my skin crawl. Across many subject areas she listens first and tries to give more people a chance...maybe I'm over generalizing, but at least she's far less of a bitch than I am. Hanging out with her is kind of a reminder of how much of a bitch I am, can be, and how much time I spend judging / rejecting things around me. It's cute sometimes, the dry commentary is nice, and the intentional offensiveness has its place...but I think I like her general take on the world better. It's like her perspective is just that much more open, that much less judgmental, without being to totally different than my own original orientation...it's open without being a whore or a sellout. Perhaps I'm not expressing this well or reading too much into my interpretation of her attitude, in fact...this just sounds dumb. I think I'll just post and run. I have beer and chocolate, who the fuck needs introspection or you people?