::shrug::

I spent the weekend not sleeping, then freaking atraxia out with my inability to stay still and watch Hot Fuzz (in my defense, dirty dishes in a clean sink and otherwise neat apartment sorta weird me out), then sleeping through Sunday (3PM - 1AM). I have no idea what's up, but it's a little disconcerting.

There's *another* conference in Vegas at the end of March. I'm pondering whether I should go or not. If I do end up going, I would not move from the hotel. It'd be a nice educational vacation from the job.

I dreamt I was studying hardcore for the GREs. I woke up feeling very knowledgeable. Then the fog lifted and I had no idea what I'd studied.

I'm going to write to my profs re: recommendations in a couple of minutes, once I refresh my cup of chamomile (what? we don't have any other decaffeinated tea in the house beside white peach and, honestly? that stuff tastes like sweaty armpits). I hope I don't run into issues with them, although I really only need one additional letter as long as my manager doesn't screw me over.

Michael Chabon's The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay is quite engrossing. Of course, I haven't even gotten my hand on the actual nycbookclub book yet. But, then again, what's new?

Yeah, no idea what's going on with me lately.

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I don't ask for much for Christmas (Scout's honor!), but The Siege is playing on TV (apparently Sci-Fi is running an Atlantis mini-marathon) and I want...okay, so we all know the Khan shirts, right? Well, I want a "Kolya" (or, rather, "Kolyaaaaaaaaaaa!") shirt. I find it hard to believe someone out there *hasn't* made one already, but man!, it would be great to own and don occasionally.

And if you missed it, holiday joy and whatnot.