The Earth says hellllloooooooo...

Nothing really to blog today, but I felt it was time to come back. Not that I went very far, mind you. I'm still a little sleepy, so this post will no doubt be random and nonsensical.

I've been toying with the idea of chronicling my adventures in S. H. Maybe in blog form, maybe with ye olde pen and paper. It just seems like an interesting situation to write about, and have people read some day. I may get dialup at home, which gives me some webspace, so maybe that's what I'll do with it. Anyone have any suggestions?

I'm going to see Colin tomorrow. Mmmm... Head rubs. Head rubs with Rosemary Mint shampoo... MmmMmmm. It's only been about a month since I've seen him last, but I figure I need a trim before I go. There is only one hairstylist in S.H., and my boss did NOT recommend her. She said she did really good 'updos'. Ugh. I had visions of 6-year-old American Beauty Pageant Contestants with sequins and eyeliner and blond hair 4 feet off their head. I'll pass,thanks.

I went to go see Paycheck last night. It was decent, though I found the acting a bit over the top. Uma Thurman always seems to be a bit overtop, at bit too stylized, but I find she can pull it off because she always plays strong, unique roles. She was the supporting woman in this movie, and I found she just didn't quite fit. Also, there was something about this movie that made her look sort of old and gross. I don't know what it was, but it was icky. Anyway, it's worth a look. The story is decent and lots of shit gets blown up. Good date movie, heh.

Jeepers. The word is out about me leaving, and the sharks have picked up the scent. A few people have asked about the job already, and it's already gotten a little dirty. Yikes! I'm glad this won't be my problem! I'm not looking forward to training another person, because, let's face it, my organizational skills are hardly stellar, and probably downright appalling to anyone from the outside. I'm loathe to explain the intricacies of my filing system, both in my computer, and on my desk. Poor bastard.