Thursday, November 11, 2004

Leaving Las Office

[Don't bother to tell me that it should be "Los Office." I'm not listening.] So, as an exercise in mental health, I'm getting ready to take off for two weeks. Two whole weeks. It's pretty crazy. I'll be fairly busy, I think. For the first part of next week, I'll be down in Mississippi doing some work. Then my cousin will be here for the weekend and then I'll be gearing up for Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving, as ever, ought to be interesting because my whole family, including my two nephews, will be here and I've invited the Professor and the Guy who Gets Laid to come over as well. My parents have already bought the turkey and the potatoes and charged me with getting the bag to cook the turkey in. I don' t know why Illinois turkeys and potatoes are better than ones down here, but that should make the Professor feel less homesick about the whole enterprise (though, Sheik, if you'd like to come down and surprise her, that would be fun, too). Holidays with my parents are never dull. Either they are painfully painful reminders of why I spent most of high school moping around listening to the Doors, as if Jim Morrison was the height of esoteric knowledge or we have a really good time. Still, even if they are on their best behavior, I'm thinking that the Professor could play a kind of Family Disfunction Scavenger Hunt, crossing off crass behavior as it happens. Anyway, I'm looking forward to having some time off, and, hopefully, some exciting adventures to tell you all about. At the least, I'll get to know first hand if the couch still smells like pee, because the Butcher says that my cousin gets my room and I have to sleep on the couch while he is here. Today, though, is grueling. I've done just about everything I can do and I don't want to start any new projects because I'm about to leave. So, instead, I'm sitting here appearing to be busy. Fortunately, there's no one else at my end of the office to judge how successful or unsuccessful I am.

3 Comments:

Blogger the Professor said...

the Guy who gets Laid is coming?
My scavenger hunt gets so much more interesting.
If only alcohol were allowed. Maybe you could keep things in the neighbor's fridge and the Guy who gets Laid & I could have to make quick trips to pick things up now and again. We could do shots and pop pills in between courses.

11/12/2004 12:42:00 PM  
Blogger Sheik said...

I would like to come, but I have to work on Friday morning and that would be a pretty tough commute. Even if I drove home as fast as last time I'd have to leave at midnight. Besides, I think we need to resolve the alcohol issue first. And when did you start popping pills Prof?

11/13/2004 01:05:00 PM  
Blogger the Professor said...

I can't say I am much of a pill popper at all, but I was thinking I might need some kind of chemical assistance on this day and I want something that won't have a noticable odor. Or, it I just like conjunctions thus needing something in addition to drinking. Apparently I also like prepositional phrases.

11/22/2004 10:17:00 AM  

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