Just so everyone knows, and we can avoid any long, drawn out court battles:

Keep me alive by any means necessary...I intend on waking up again.

Thank you!
SRK

It's still not May (in case you're keeping track), but I'm one week closer to the end and one week closer to the looming deadlines of the "big" projects that all of this constant work is supposedly leading to. And Blogger has once again returned to its rightful place in my life as a wonderful means of procrastination.

Forty hours a week of work, three classes, a mini-social life, sleep, and still the girl has time to procrastinate? How DO I do it??

Mmm..odd dream last night. I dreamt that my bff M got married - her wedding was beautiful and happy, but as I looked over the wedding pictures a few weeks later, my mom said, "You realize that she's abandoning you for Tim Nelson, don't you?" Well, of course, I know that. That's what I knew in the dream, anyway. Not that I know who Tim Nelson is.

Then the dream rewound to after the wedding when M and S and I were sitting in a pew in the church, probably after pictures, b/c M was in her gown (I really should call her and tell her about the gown in the dream, it was GORGEOUS). Anyway, M asks me about "the boy," and S says, "yeah, what's going on with you two?" (because of course, that's what we would be talking about), and I say, "Well, it's going really well. As a matter of fact...Well, I was waiting until after the wedding," and I reach into my purse, grabbing for a ring box so that I can show them we're engaged...and I woke up gasping for air. Was it asthma or fear? There's no boy in real life, so it must be asthma.

I really must tell M about her "dream" gown...

Okay, so I'm still here...mostly.

I'm sick today, and trying to process the meaning of "alternative search devices" (alternative to Boolean) seems to have only increased my fever. And people said Librarians don't need a graduate degree. Bah!

Last night, I went to an actual, honest-to-goodness, club in Walnut Creek. Echo was a decent dance club, but I did get a bit bored after hearing the third Michael Jackson song. They also played "You Took Me All Night Long," a couple of Madonna songs, and far two many "re-mixes" of Usher, Snoop-Dogg, and 50 cent (or 50 cents as my librarian friend, who organized the excurcsion, kept calling him).

The guys were most certainly better put together and more attractive than in other cities, but they were after the same thing "the sure bet," the girl who'd go home with them.

After a little while, I started to feel like one of those prostitutes you read about in the Red Light District in Amsterdam - they dance stand in the windows and hope a guy "buys." The guys certainly don't dance to get attention - although when they did dance, they got attention, because they just couldn't dance.

A fight even broke out between two guys over some girl. Keep in mind, though, that most of these people are all in their late-twenties, early thirties, and (some) in their forties, and probably have decent paying jobs and drive bimmers. You can take the guy out of the ghetto...

Oh well, we made it back to the car, just barely. The bars close at 2 a.m., but the parking garage closed at 1. We got into my friend's car at 12:54!! Lucky ducks!

Okay, back to vector space models and fuzzy sets...gah!! Somebody tell me when it's May!