10 PM ET, 7PM PT, 6AM Iraqi Time. Bombs over Baghdad.

Time it took AAA to call me back... 5 working days (48 hours my ass).
Walking 20 city blocks from the body shop... horrendous (and way unhealthy).
The smirk on the body shop guy's face: "oh, the bumper is INSIDE the car"... priceless.
Adjuster estimate price to bring Bub back to life... $5,000.
Adjuster estimate time to bring Bub back to life... 12 working days.
This whole experience... one huge headache.

One recent perk though: I now meet all of Randall's "what makes a woman attractive" criteria-- Ryan taught me how to drive stick!! So hey, I'm a hot commodity these days (let me pretend for awhile...) :)

I feel like David Rigsby; I've been awake for so long, I'm beyond over-exhaustion, and I can't for the life of me think clearly. I don't understand how people do this repeatedly.

Anyway, it's about to be over. My "up yours" paper is about to be turned in. Kinko's at 3 in the morning was quite the opposite of an action-packed adventure. Arun deserves a fucking medal. We'll put something about Canada on it.

Now, the current problem is: how do I keep the neighbors who like to drive into the garage gate and hit on unsuspecting women half their age, from staying awake and talking loudly well past 4 am (when I attempted to go to bed)?

mother fucker

Matt and Arun actually went to Ralphs today without me. Oh I'm quite the matchmaker.

What I learned from Education 181B (the paper I'm working on now):
-what NOT to do as a professor
-how NOT to design a website
-there's an organization out there for Christians with ADHD..."This site is an acknowledgement that those who have these differences, or challenges, are not unspiritual, backslidden or living in sin (although they might be depending on the condition of their relationship with the Lord just like anyone else)."
-pharmaceutical companies are not allowed to advertise directly to consumers in Canada
-it sucks to live in the LAX flight path

that's about it...

I just watched Girl Interrupted (yes, in the midst of all this paper-writing, stop judging, you know you do it too, AND you try to whine about it to me). Anyway, the movie. Well done. It made me sad. "What's wrong with you? You don't look crazy..." "I'm sad." "Well everyone's sad."

Why is that? No, really. What could possibly be that wrong that would make the world sad? That's a lame question. I guess I'm just confused. I mean, in contrast to everyone else in the world (suffering, starving, being oppressed) those whom I know and care about and interact with lead cushy lives, including myself. But they still feel sad.

Maybe it's not sad, just misunderstood. I mean, that was the premise of that movie.

3 down, 37 to go.
Talking back to ritalin and then heading to bed. :)

So this was my afternoon today... my very first car accident. Not my fault, no one hurt. (yeah, don't worry, everyone is ok) Lexus guy ran a stop sign, directly into me. Poor BUB. Though the bumper just chillin in Arun's car is just priceless. :)

Those who know the least speak the loudest.

There was this really cool guy at the anti-war rally today who had his own bullhorn but unlike all the tools on stage was actually speaking coherent intellectual thoughts. It was a nice change. He's sorta pro-war because we've reached that point, and he's very anti-radical-loud-yelling-catchy-slogans-that-mean-nothing-you-don't-know-what-the-hell-you're-even-protesting.
I wish I got his name down, but hopefully he'll show up again.

War = cut AAP funding?? PUHLEASE!