I'm "watching" the space shuttle launch.  Actually, I'm loading pictures onto my facebook page and catching up on the family website and only listening to the launch.  One of the astronauts is giving us a play by play.  She has an annoying, plastic, flight attendant voice.  I immediately don't like her.  My ear registers Astronaut Barbie saying, "We've lost power to one engine.  All power to the remaining 3 engines.  We're safe to continue."  The launch has my full attention.  Astronaut Barbie repeats the transmission without a quaver to her voice.  Now I hate her.  She lost power to an engine for crying out loud!  I'm mad and sort of hope I get to hear her say she lost power to another engine just to see if the facade will crack.  No such luck. 

I tune out again while trying to remember the dates some of these pictures were taken with my nephews.  Its sad that there are so few pictures and so few dates of trips home and I still can't get them to line up.  Then I realize that I don't have any pictures of me with Cael and I'm tearing up.  The news catches my ear again as I hear, "...and I think all women should be astronauts because they like to clean and when they get up into space their hair does that floating thing that is kind of arousing."  I kid you not.  That was a news anchor.  I change the channel.

I should've been working on my lab report earlier this morning so right now I should be at the gym.  But I didn't and I'm not.  A mean voice makes mean comments in my head.  I eat a piece of chocolate just to prove the voice right.

The poor victims of the Malibu fires are on the news now.  I should feel bad for them.  But they live in Malibu and they can afford to live in Malibu and I don't feel bad for them after all.

I may be able to procrastinate with my homework, ignore the gym, change the channel on my tv, and give into the temptation of the internet but work is uncompromising.  Catch you guys later.