Why don't you pretend we were just a dream? It's cool baby; it doesn't matter anyway.

Day 2 on my quest toward daily blogdom.

Last night, I was up until approximately 3. Until. . .quarter of two? I was online, talking to my old friend Mark. He and I went to elementary school together and were quite the item. He was my kindergarten to 4th grade boyfriend. We "broke up" because I switched schools.

So we talked for hours and hours, and it was pretty awesome. You have to understand that I haven't talked to this guy in approximately 12 years, and we picked up the conversation like we'd been BFF for years. His girlfriend, incidentally, goes to the same school from which I graduated, so I have to wonder if, at some point in time, he and I were on the school's campus at the same time and didn't even know it. That'd be pretty crazy.

But it was a good conversation, and I look forward to continuing to talk to him. We have tons of stuff in common (including our bachelor's major of choice, among other nerdy things) and he seems to have the same kind of odd sense of humor I have. I laughed out loud a couple times, which is something that doesn't happen often in online conversations. (Incidentally, it's why I refuse to use "lol." Because more often than not, it's just a big, fat lie.)

So today. Oh, today.

I've been working on this thing referred to as a grad tab, which is short for graduation tabloid, which is short for giant pain in my ass. Basically, it's this special publication geared toward the graduating seniors in all of the high schools (and private schools) in Whitaker. Each student filled out this form telling what their favorite high school memory was in 25 words or less, and then the schools sent me lists of names of graduating seniors and photos of the seniors and stuff like that. Cute, right?

False.

I was under the impression that this thing was due Monday afternoon. I walk into work today and CaseyDownstairs tells me that, oh yeah, it prints on Monday - it's supposed to be finished today.

So I go upstairs in a panic and ask CousinCasey about it. She says, "Oh, yeah. I thought it was a little weird that you were saying it was due Monday. It's usually due on a Friday."

That? Might have been nice to know two weeks ago. So basically, I've finished between 3 and 5 pages of this 28-page tabloid that's supposed to be finished by the end of the day.

As it turns out, it's printing Sunday night, so I have tomorrow to work on it, too. That did not, however, prevent me from sitting on my ball all day (I sit on one of those exercise balls at my desk instead of in a desk chair. Unless it starts hurting my back. Then it's back to the chair.) and churning out most of the pages. Between the hours of 9:45 and 3:30, I stood up from my desk exactly 3 times. I hadn't eaten breakfast this morning, and I didn't eat lunch until 3:30 when Derek brought me back some Chinese food that I ate in approximately .7 seconds.

I'll have to some into work again tomorrow at some point, but I got most of it done, and that's what matters.

I was going to make myself "run" again this evening, but since it's dark outside and I have yet to leave the office, I think maybe it's a no-go for tonight. Unless I sketchily go out to the Rec park and run around a dark track. We'll see, I guess.