Busy Bee

Grad School + Full Time Job = Dark Circles

I needz a nap.

Fortunately, the forecast calls for cold wind and rain all weekend (WTF, it's only October 16, it should NOT be 40 degrees). So I won't be itching to go play outside, at least, and I'll crack down and get my work done.

That's the plan anyway.

owwww

So, I guess I have bad ankles. I've always been clumsy, but it's started to dawn on me that sometimes, my ankles give out for no apparent reason.

So I hurt it again the other day playing ultimate. of course, it's stupid to play ultimate frisbee, about 4 weeks after a very bad sprain--where pain and swelling are still present--without a brace, and wearing running shoes--in other words, no cleat-spikes to keep me from slipping, and no ankle support to keep me from twisting.

I've injured the same ankle over and over again, since high school. It sucks, because you don't build up a resistance or anything. You just get more injury prone! This is lame.

I was incredibly petulant in high school, as were a number of girls on my team. I refused to wear tennis shoes--which have ankle support, and instead wore running shoes, mainly because I had running shoes and didn't want to cough up another $75. so I hurt myself a few times--the first wasn't bad, the second I was sidelined for a month.

What happened in my bad injury about a month ago--the one that still hadn't healed when I decided to test my limits--was I got semi-drunk and stepped off a curb. Mother f-er!

Zen and economics

So, I was looking over some old notes about bubbles from a previous class.

My notes said:

p(1-π) --> P(t+1) collapses to zero

I read my bad handwriting as:

p(1-π) --> P(t+1) collapses to zen


Basically this is the probability that the bubble associated with a certain asset (stock share, beanie baby, tulip, housing) will burst in the next time period.

Imagine if instead of the housing bubble bursting in 2007, it had just gone to zen. I like my way better.

The Opposite of Fun

Work clothes are boring. I get excited on days when I wear my bright yellow shirt because it's about as wild as I can get. That's depressing. One of the few things I miss about my old job was that we could wear ripped up jeans, flip flops, shorts, anything, and people looked at you strangely if you wore so much as a collared shirt.

I have such fond memories of getting onto the metro wearing jeans and a t-shirt and seeing all of the other worker bees wearing skirts and structured jackets, and thinking, HAHA SUCKERS.

I work for the government. Things are rather formal, and although the government is making a huge effort to get all up with the web 2.0 (the Interior Department has a twitter account, the State Department has a Flickr page), the dress code has not changed and likely never will.

I just wish I didn't have to iron.

Slug

I get the day off work while new furniture is installed in the underground lair that I work in. I have an office (everyone does) but I miss having a cube. It's more open and friendly, and there is more of an incentive to do your work and not dick around on Jezebel all day when other people can see your computer screen.

So today I've been engaging in some serious sluglike behavior. I haven't changed out of pajamas, I haven't done anything remotely productive, and as good as my intentions are, I probably won't.