Yonder into the infinite sucking void

Everyone around me seems to be succumbing to some sickness that leads to upper respiratory infections. I'm one day away from stringing garlic around my desk to ward off whatever this is. I also love how some of them have decided that since I'm not *ahem* sick (supposedly) I'd love nothing more than to do their work for them. Work which should have and could have been done last week, when they weren't suffering from the campus equivalent of the plague. I have realized today that the co-workers across the hall are really loud and obnoxious sometimes. I don't need to hear them yelling and braying like asses in addition to the ding*ding of the elevator all day long. Have some courtesy, people, and use your inside voices. As we like to tell my son when he gets a little too wound up.

This weekend my husband and I finished the drywall on the one doorway, and I helped pull up the rest of the old floor moulding. We ordered a front door and the new carpet (it's Mohawk!). Both will be installed sometime this month, I believe. Let me tell you - if you ever want to truly test a relationship, do a few home improvement projects. If you make it to the completion stage still together, you can survive almost anything. I went to see Pete Yorn in concert on Sunday night with my mom. Not my cup o' tea, but it wasn't bad. I got a kick out of watching the bass player act as backup singer with a cigarette dangling from his lips most of the night. I also amused myself by people watching. The beer was flowing at the bar, and judging by the smell the hash was being passed with abandon, so I watched a couple of patchouli and hemp festooned hippies twirl and a big beefy drunk guy dance around with a couple of ladies that were my mom's age but definitley attempting to seem younger. At one point beefy-man was doing a dance that I decided to mentally christen "The Elvis". It defies description. Trust me. Toward the end of the night some girls were dancing in front of the stage on the other side of the barricade. Security hadn't done anything up to this point, so my mom decided to go up there to get some pictures. About ten seconds later I see her come scurrying out surrounded by a bunch of laughing girls being chased by a security guard in a bright yellow shirt. Way to go mom. Pete seemed a little bummed by the sudden departure of the dancing fan girls, but the show went on. And on. And on...

Our weekly dinner with the Millers has been planned for tonight. It's back to Carmelita's. That means sangria - by the pitcher. It's like a tradition. {Five of us managed to polish off two whole pitchers this time. A record that's just begging to be broken.}

File this one uder Crazy People Follow Me Wherever I Go: While in the restroom at work today, some lady two stalls down who had walked in a second after I did says out of nowhere "I already wish it was Thursday". While she was peeing! I waited a second to see if she was on a cell phone (which is equally weird, imho). Nothing. I didn't know this woman, so I didn't say anything, and waited for her to leave first to avoid any strange awkwardness. Who attempts a conversation with a complete stranger while you're both doing your business in the john? Megi and I sometimes talk in the lav, but we know each other. It's still a little odd, even then I suppose. Just not as outright bizarre. I guess some men might be comfortable with this but their bathroom etiquette (and the circumstances of how they go about their business) is a little different. But I'm not a man, so I think it's creepy.