Incidentally, I have discovered that my professor is a Baptist pastor originally from Bethlehem. At least, that's what it says in a guestbook entry I found for this church's web page. It seems unlikely, but how many Dr. Anton Zoughbies can there be in this world? And don't you think Elder Chris Hill looks a lot like Weird Al's southern cousin? I found it interesting to learn what makes a Primitive Baptist primitive. A most instructive site.

When I got home I went upstairs to change my clothes and discovered to my utter horror that my pants had split right up the back. Breeze city from crotch to waistband. The white of my underwear must have been blinding. I can't believe none of my classmates told me. I know the pants weren't like that at work because my co-workers would have let me know in no uncertain terms as they killed themselves laughing. But I greatly fear I was wandering all over the computer lab from monitor to monitor, angelically helping my fellow students with their homework while exposing my ass to all and sundry.

I can only hope that the pants had not actually split wide open at that point, but got that way when I whomped down on the car seat to drive home. Man, I'm annoyed. They are going back to Nordstrom next weekend so I can get my money back. I just bought those a month ago! Ralph Lauren, your large size women's clothing is utter, overpriced crap.

Jewelry update: got the watch. Love the watch. Worth every penny. That is all.

My day off Monday wasn't quite what I had envisioned. I finally shipped Rick's wedding present, and none too soon as he's getting married Saturday. I visited the Humane Society and came home very sad because the only dogs available were either small, or puppies, or not good with cats. I surprised John by telling him at a car lot that I thought Toyota Corollas were stupid, middle class, and impossibly boring. Of course, it's not my new car so I really had no business objecting to how he spends his money, and I was instantly ashamed of myself. To make myself feel better about it I did some research on the Internet when we got home, and the Corolla is actually a very fine car for the money. So I guess we'll be getting one. I wish we could afford a sharp looking, speedy, impractical car, though. I'd really like a Jaguar XJ6.

An hour of watching a television special on the 80's left me crying on the sofa in a fit of anomie and melancholy over lost ideals and lost youth. It was all getting very depressing and John rightly retreated to his tv room so I could wallow in my self-pity alone. Well, alone with the cats. They always enjoy a good pity party, it means I'm going to lie down long enough to make a really good lap.

Luckily, about the time the fit of hormones, or angst, or whatever the heck it was subsided Denise showed up. She sat with me while I drank some coffee, and I cheered up again. She is doing very well with her photography business. I particularly admire her for deciding to run her own business doing something she loves. I doubt I'll ever do such a thing myself, but it's a pleasure to see her make a go of it. She's a fantastic photographer.

Then it was time for dinner, and class, and split pants. I finished off the evening with a late night session of making new Sims families. I downloaded a bunch of new objects since the just-released Hot Date isn't available for Macintosh yet. I've created some people from that lost youth of mine: Gilda and Linnea Wren, Peter, Phil, and Joan Hovnanian, all friends from music school. I've also created the Detroit family so Denise and Joe live as Sims now. Their house is Motor City cool.

And today I got up at 7am so I could vote before going to work. I just checked the returns, and Measure C passed so my community college is going to get money to make material improvements to the campus structures. It was worth getting up an hour early.

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