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I have problems walking today. I will keep wearing my Naughty Schoolmarm Shoes (this time to sweh's office Xmas party), even though after a full day they make me wish for death. But they are so very, very hot. "Life IS pain, Highness."

Going out today to test-drive vans, because we just aren't suburban enough. (Need to have a people-mover by Arisia.) It's between the Kia Sedona and the Toyota Sienna. It says something incredibly, incredibly silly about us that the major misfeature of the Sedona is that it cannot support satellite radio.

My work's office party is next Friday. Here is a new dimension of lame: it is a party for all faculty & staff...but there are only 400 "invites". Apparently this is because that's the most number of people the cafeteria can hold. Well, gosh, maybe you should try holding it somewhere else so everyone who wants to attend can do so? (My connections hooked me up, so it's not sour grapes here; I just find the situation moderately offensive.)

Had my first work-related stress dream last night; a minor one. It actually started out as an Arisia stress dream (though it seemed more like the Lunacon hotel, in fact), as I ran around frantically trying to make sure that the room(s) we had were suitable and getting a party set up and blah blah blah. (Note to auntiemisha: Yes, b00jum is crashing with us.) But at the very end, somehow The Boss was coming into inspect the arrangements with some of the student workers in tow and I was freaking out because I had a strong sense of having Done It Wrong. I think what's up with this is either having a tender pink conscience about having bunked off two Fridays running to go to various other events (not that the CUNY IT conference is anyone's idea of a good time; and the Apple presentation yesterday was useful and I learned things), or a vote of No Confidence from my psyche about the next big step, which is standing up to a bunch of people who are older and more experienced and been around longer than me and saying "Shut it, relics, this is how it's going to be from here on in." I have an ego, I know I do; I think it's just been in hibernation from hanging out with geniuses for so long. (I'm very smart, but I'm not a genius.) And there have been a sufficiency of times in my life where I've merrily plunged ahead, sure I was right, and then looked dumb. I really, really hate looking dumb. However, neither do I choose to be frozen in cowardly indecision.

There's talk about going to QXT tonight (but there still seems to be a lot of stomach upset in the house, so I don't know if this is happening). If you think you might be up for it, let me know.

I forgot: Awesome essay by Nathan Fillion, forwarded by dariodevil. Wah I want more Firefly. *sniff* We've decided to re-watch the whole thing over the holidays.