ho hum (who you callin' a. . . . oh, nevermind.)

I've had a moderately productive day. I was planning to work on my paper all day, but in the interest of procrastination, decided to work out my schedule for the fall semester instead. I was angsting (what, you didn't know that was a verb? I'm all about verbing the nouns) about not having the freedom to decide whether I wanted to take the Archives track or not, and finally had to admit that I'd made the decision about what classes to take, so just shut up and write to my advisor to get approval already. Geesh. So I got my classes planned out for the rest of my school career (I hope to GOD this is my final school career. I'm perfectly happy to be a "life long learner" but I'd really just as soon choose stuff that's fun instead of having to make new career decisions,) and sent the letter off to my advisor. Hope he checks his email relatively soon, like in the next few days. I have to jump through all kinds of hoops to take classes at State (I want to take at least two of the archiving classes,) and now that I've admitted I've made a decision I want to get right on it.

I think Tuneless Boy must have seen Walk the Line becuase he started practicing today with a Johnny Cash tune, or at least the opening bars. He soon switched to his usual fare, though. Whew. Don't know if I could handle the variety.

Miss Molly has been very lovey the last couple of days, which is interesting since I had to take her to the vet on Thursday and now I'm giving her a pill every day. I'm really happy she takes pills better than Nic did; I've never had to give them to her before. Still, I'm glad it's only 5 days; she was a little more savvy today and managed to spit it out once. Heh.

I worked on my paper for nearly four hours before my brain went Fried! I'm fried! and quit making sense. By means of taking a break, I worked a couple of puzzles and then a few levels of another kind of puzzle. Those two games make an interesting pair; they sure work your brain in different ways. I'm still terribly slow at Sudoku, but I'm enjoying the feeling of figuring out new tricks. My hope, of course, is that I'll be able to apply the reasoning I'm learning there to other questions that arise, like in real life. Right now I'm proudest of learning to look at each square as part of different groups of squares at once. Go, me.

I'm tired of this bout of pseudo-winter we're having. I got all revved up for spring already. I expect a day or two of cold weather along, but this has been several days in a row and I'm sick of it. Warm up, already!

Well, okay, I guess I'd better give the paper another try. Le sigh.

Every. Single. Time.

And I do mean EVERY time I try to write more than a few paragraphs in the Word program, I wind up cursing it roundly. And you know, when I used Word Perfect, back in the days before Word was so totally prevalent, that was not the case. I could use columns, tables, outlines, you name it. Theoretically, all those things are possible in Word, too, but it thinks it knows what you want and it keeps changing what you've done to what it thinks it should be. Case in point: I am writing a paper in which I use the spelling "Hawai'i" instead of the more standardized Hawaii. Every time I type that, for some reason Word decides that the last i, after the apostrophe, should be capitalized. Huh? I've tried to tell the spell check that's how I want it, to no avail. What prompted this tirade, you ask? This time I cut and pasted an example that was already corrected-- and when I pasted it in, Word changed the last "i" to a capital.

DAMN, I hate Word.