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It's 12:03 AM. Do you know where your Joshie is? If you said "At Dan's house being a big geek", I'm afraid your answer is wrong. Thank you for playing, we have a lovely lifetime supply of shoe polish as your parting gift. The correct answer (Assuming we're using the purely objective definition of correct, that being "The way things are in reality land-land" and not the more subjective definition of correct, that being "The way things really ought to be if the world ran the way I wanted it to") is still at work. And what's worse is I have absolutely no one to blame but myself, as I haven't even been working on my project, I've been helping out on another. Aren't I nice?

Actually, overtime really isn't that bad. Once I'm at work, it's such a chore to get anywhere even vaguely home-ish, that just staying doesn't seem all that bad, especially considering how much everyone lightens up when the sun heads down. And of course there is time and a half. I approve of the concept. Well, at least I think I do. I have yet to see an overtime enabled paycheck.

The only reason I'm a little put out about this is because I got all of half an hour of sleep yesterday. And that was divided nicely up into several snooze alarm separated blocks of time. So, I'm starting to fray a little bit around the edges. Of course, yet again, no one to blame but myself. Stayed up way too late/early being a big old geek, because it's been too long since I had the opportunity to be a big old geek, and I've got so little free time that who knows when I'll get a chance again. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I've never been very prudent about these things. I'm clearly advancing some on the common sense-o-meter though. Were I still in college I'm sure I would have been able to justify skipping work today to myself. I once managed to justify skipping a midterm to myself because I wanted another couple of hours of sleep. I fear my ability to rationalize while sleepy.

Anyway, before my solo geekery marathon, it was movie day with my seester and my patriarchal paternal unit. We went to go see Road to Perdition, which I liked rather a bit. It's Sam "American Beauty" Mendes' second movie, and was apparently based on a graphic novel I've never heard of before. It's well shot, unsurprisingly enough, and several of the scenes are very graphic novelly. Not a whole lot of camera moving about. It just stays in one place and lets the action happen, before jumping to an entirely new scene. Not very difficult to picture the whole movie trapped inside the pages of a graphic novel, each scene animating within its own frame. Tres Ah-ha's "Take on Me".

I also saw a preview for PT Andersons upcoming movie, which, much to my chagrin stars Adam Sandler, whom I loathe (yes, yes, I liked Wedding Singer, but come on, it's about the 80's. I liked Legend also, and that doesn't make Tom Cruise a good actor). Needless to say, I'm torn.

I have no lyrics today. The other stragglers still at the office are playing counter-strike, so my external audio is something along the lines of "They're in our spawn! *BLAM* *BLAM* Yeah, fucking headshot!", etc. etc. My internal music is a collection of large easter-island shaped heads going "Glomglomglomglom". I'm not kidding. That really is in my head. They're green. I vaguely suspect they're made out of all the green colored candy I've ever tasted and not liked. I hope they're not angry about that. Now you maybe understand why I felt it necessary to skip a midterm once to catch up on some sleep/sanity. It's only downhill from here.

Ooh, just got offered a ride back to Dan's. This is an offer I can't refuse. I go *poof* now.