jeudi 1 février 2007

Yes, it's another lobster picture, for no other reason than that I feel like some now.

I know. I've been really busy. All my posts have consisted of how much I drink and the goobers I meet in bars. Like I told one guy in a bar, "Mommy drinks because baby cries." (Yes, apparently at one point, I thought it would drive that guy away if I told him I had a 3-year-old child. Luckily, since I work with young children sometimes, it wasn't too hard to come up with very vivid details about this child. In case you're interested, her name was Melanie, she has the cutest head of brunette curls, she likes the colour pink, and she cries A LOT. There was more, but I can't remember it all.)

Or maybe it was, "Baby cries because mommy drinks." Either way. It's the whole chicken-and-egg conundrum.

(Sadly, this tactic did not get rid of the guy. Who'd have thunk?)

Perhaps a more accurate statement would be, "I drink because I work so damn much." While I'm certainly not complaining (okay, I'm only complaining a wee bit), in addition to still taking a full course load, I am currently working on four (that's right, FOUR) different research projects that are at various stages, ranging the gamut from from inception to analysis, and stupidly I still make plans to do something every night, whether it be play tennis, get dinner with friends, or drink. And if I work hard, I get to play hard too, right?

On the plus side, all this latent stress has been awesome for my game. My tennis game, that is. My meeting-guys game, well, you've read the stories of the goobers (and to be fair, it's more that their game is sadly pathetic and I just happen to be an innocent bystander). They'll make great stories for the grandchildren.