I'm gonna be in DC for the next couple of weeks now. I just picked up some development work. This will be the test of if I actually enjoy my work, or if I start looking for a way to get out my contract. Hopefully, I'll enjoy it and be able to live this consultant life for awhile, otherwise, back to the unemployment line. Less my contract buyout.

I was in Champaign last weekend for an Underwater Hockey tournament. I still have some skills. Not many, but I do still have my breakaway talent. See puck. See convient hole. Swim like crazy. Of course, I couldn't finish off either of my sweet, sweet breakaways because I'm slow and have no stamina, but they both turned into goals. Good teammates backing me up. I also ran into Patrick down there at a party. It was totally random and fun. I totally didn't call him saturday night because the party we were going to meet up at got busted by cops and it was totally lame by the time I got there. Totally.

I did get to catch Paul Cronin's set, even though his orignal directions were horribly incorrect. It was a good set. I rocked. They traded instruments some. It was smoother than that usually works. Good show Paul, and if you have a website or songs or SOMETHING toss 'em in the comments. Share the love.

I've been keeping to myself this week at work. Mainly because I've been in a rotten mood and don't really feel like sharing it, but also because I'm in a different, totally awful hotel that doesn't have frying pans for me to ruin. Otherwise I was gonna try to pan fry something else foolishly. Luckily, I'm moving back to the original place next week and the pan destruction will occur again.

My kitty kicking count is down lately. It seems the word has spread through the kitten community that I'm one bad mother. Apparently I'm going to have to work on my ninja stealth techniques some and then get down to some seriously crazy flip kitten kicking.

Its gonna rule.
- posted by Pat @ 9:41 PM