"Like a favorite uncle who lives in the refrigerator"

It's 8 AM, I'm at work alone... probably not for long. At least neither of my bosses will be in today. One of them is actually going to be out almost all of next week... in the desert. In August. Huh?

Family reunion tomorrow, which I totally forgot about until, like, yesterday. I would be lying if I said I was looking forward to it, but it least it will be interesting - get caught up on who's in prison, who's out, who's divorced, who's knocked up, etc. Which is not to imply all of my family is screwed up. The people in my family who are "normal" are the ones I see normally, therefore kind of invalidating the need for a reunion. Whatever, all I know is it's going to be hot, and I'll probably need a daquiri (is that right? I can't spell this morning) or three when I get home. I'd have some at the party, but a blender is not really convenient in a public park. Oh, well.

And BTW I'm feeling a lot better. All that rest on Wednesday must have done me some kind of good. I was scared when I came back yesterday that there would be stupid work to do, and lots of it. I almost cried when I checked my messages and saw eight of them. No! But two were people hanging up (my message is long - why do people sit through it just to hang up?), a couple I could pass along to whoever, some from this chick at State Farm regarding an issue that was resolved Wednesday night. Awesome.

The college bookstore opens Monday... I'm so there. The thing I like best about buying textbooks (you know, besides being broke afterwards) is the sample box they give you from whichever companies who are dying to get you as a customer. There's always deodorant (usually Secret), tampons and/or pads, a condom (just one, which seems kind of odd, but then again I still have all the ones from sample boxes a few years ago, unless I threw them away), hmm... what else? I forget, but I always look forward to any free goodies.

Free samples make me think of two things: One, going to Costco, and letting my parentes buy the whole warehouse while I wander around and stuff my face with bites of chicken sandwiches, pasta, and cream puffs... they almost never have a good drink, though. Usually some kind of "sporty" drink like Gatorade (blech!)

The other thing I think about is this time when my high school Raza Studies class (yeah, I don't know what it means either) took a trip to the Berkeley campus because our student teachers went there, and it was some weird themed day, like Love Day or Safe Sex day or who knows. And we got the samples, in a plastic baggie, of a condom, a mint, and some lube. You won't find that in any high school curriculum.

I saw the preview for the new season of "The OC" a few days ago. I'm so excited! I'm also eager to see the second season finale I missed out on because of my own stupidity, which is going to be re-run either next week or the one after. I'm hoping that the power does not go out (would be my luck) or randomly not work as it happened on Tuesday night (they made me miss "Oz"! The one where it blows up! Bastards.)

Speaking of TV... I hope I am not ruining anything for "Six Feet Under" fans who missed this last Sunday's episode (SPOILER! LOOK AWAY!), but I am bummed about Nate. Cheats on his pregnant wife with his almost-ex-stepsister, who is a Quaker, has a brain dealy, is in a brief coma, is out of the coma long enough to further piss off his pregnant wife by telling her he doesn't want to work it out, make drugged goo goo eyes at the Quaker (that is just so random), and then die after this really fucked-up dream where the always perfectly groomed David looks like one of the cavemen from those Geico commercials.

Well, now I'm all wound up. The other girl just got here, and the guy is going to be here soon, so I better sign off and do the little work I have so far... I'm aiming for an early exit tomorrow so I can go buy b-day presents for my mom and bro. Which will be interesting, seeing as I still haven't decided what to get them.