Today was a wonderful day. First, this week at work has been been "wacky dress week" and today was pajama day! You can imagine my excitement over being able to lounge in my pj's all day long. Brought me back to the good 'ole days at bridgewater, when I could roll out of bed half an hour before class and drag my sorry ass to class in my pj's because i didn't care enough to actually put on real clothes. Sadly though, my very favorite pair of pajama pants has a hole in the ass. Even worse, I didn't realize that it was there until I was already at work. So, I went through the day flashing all sorts of people my fine ass.

Secondly, the heat has finally started to break here. When I walked outside to drive Justin to class (yeah he's that lazy ;)) I was greeted by the cool of autumn. It was wonderful. The leaves haven't actually started to change or anything, but I think today was the first day that it has been pleasantly cool. There is a promise of fall in the air.

Well, I guess those are all the wonderful things about today. I think me and the hubby are going to kick back with "Sleepy Hollow" tonight to get us in the Halloween mood.

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*sigh* Its been quite a long day. After work this evening I was greeted by a sink full of dishes, since I'm quite the slacker and I tend to let them pile up from time to time. I conquered them with all the valor of the warriors of old. If you could have seen my kitchen you would understand what a hero I really am. Twas brutal. After that, TV and cuddle time with my wonderful hubby. Married life is grand.

Oh, and Kristin, how does one go about getting haloscan? These blog spammers are really starting to piss me off and I don't feel like screwing around with my settings. I looked this evening and it would be an undertaking to block out the unwanted comments. And since, I'm lazy, I'm hoping that haloscan will be less complicated. Why must people screw with my little corner of the internet? Bah!

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Is nothing sacred?!?!?!? Stupid blog spammers. This is MY space. Bastards.

At any rate, this morning I didn't have to go all the way to the living room for a quick swim. I groggily rolled out of bed and was rudely awakened by a giant puddle...nothing like a cold swim first thing in the morning to get you off on the right foot. Housing better send someone to check on this soon because our tiles are starting to buckle. That can't be a good thing. But they aren't exactly known for their speedy maintenance around here. We had a request in earlier this semester and it took them a few weeks to actually get around to fixing it. This is a bit more pressing. Water rots things. Oh well, they aren't my floors.

I'm currently re-reading Wuthering Heights. It's my first re-read of a novel from college. Odd that it's a novel from the class that I hated the most. I think it has something to do with missing the cool weather of fall. Its still in the upper 80's here everyday. Sigh, I miss fall.

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I have been told by a certain admirer of my blog that I need to post again. It has been quite some time, since I have reflected upon the fascintating events of my life. Sunday morning i woke up and got ready for church, only to be greeted by a lake in my living room. There was a tornado watch in our county for saturday night, so we got a pretty bad rain storm. Mississippi gets 52 inches of rain a year, so one would think it rains a little every week....but no. We get big ass storms about once a month...at least that's how its been so far. The sky down here is so much more intense. The sunsets are more amazing, and the storms are far more fierce. And we have the ghetto appartment that leaks. It's lovely.

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Oxford is such a cool little town. It just oozes literature, so you can imagine my excitement over being here. Yesterday afternoon I perused two of the bookstores on the downtown square. There was a wall just plastered with autographed photos of authors who have visited the store for book signings. There were at least 1/2 a dozen signed books on the shelves when i visited. Granted, not by famous authors, but this place just draws authors. And those who live here just seem to have a knack for the art. After my visit to the bookstores *sigh* I took my new copy of "The Sound and the Fury" and sat in Faulkner's back yard for a good read. Nothing like being on the scene of a story, though I must say, it is quite the confusing read. The firs 60-some pages are narrated by a mentally handicapped man who constantly switches between past and present with no warning, introducing new characters with no explanation of who they are or why they're relavant to anything. It makes my head spin. My first encounter with Faulkner was in am. lit. 2 and it was not a pleasant one. The novel we read had paragraph sentences and i had one short week to read it. But, i figured what with living within walking distance from the man's house, i should give him another shot. Perhaps "the sound and the fury" will prove a more rewarding read. If not, when I'm an english prof. at least i can say i've read faulkner while sitting in his yard. How cool does that sound?

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I got a better job. And this one doesn't entail lugging heavy cases of soda around and working crazy hours. I get to work regular hours, Monday through Friday. Glorious weekends off. Although to date, it seems like something out of a Delillo novel. I work for a company named "FNC," and when I asked what the letters stood for, I was told that they didn't mean anything; it is just the name of the company. My supervisor told me that it probably used to mean something, but no one knows what. Very strange. Any way, my job is to sit in front of a computer all day and look at real estate appraisal forms from banks. Each form is a little different, and our computer program tries to read the information and pull out the correct pieces, however our system sucks and it never pulls the right things. The fields are almost always off. So, I find the correct info and type it into the right field name. All day. Eight hours a day. Five days a week. Talk about meaningless and tedious. I am so going to write a novel. It'll be brilliant...naturally, I do rock after all.

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