I am lame.

So its been a busy busy few weeks. Exams. Anniversary. Halloween party. Grant due. grading papers. Its been crazy.

So the reason I have neither been posting nor reading is that my laptop has a virus. I don't know how, since I don't download anything on it or open weird email attachments, but it says its a trojan (not like the condom, I am assuming). I tried to run a virus scan, and it nearly killed the computer and wouldn't finish. I tried calling Rich about 2 weeks ago, but he was at work, and since then my only free time has been the middle of the night and it seems like a bad time to call and wake Rich up to ask him what I should do. Instead, I disabled the internet connection and shut the computer down. I miss it. It misses me too. Should I pack it up and UPS it to Rich, or call him during the weekend, or bypass Rich altogether and pay out the ass for geeksquad?

As far as Halloween, if I can EVER get out of the freaking lab, I am going to 3 parties. In a row.

After alot of deliberation, I decided on a costume. I am going as "your mom". Basically, I am an all-night your mom joke. I am dressed like a totally trashy hooker, but with a too tight cardigan and an acid green hawaiian print mini skirt. And a name tag that says "Hello, my name is YOUR MOM". It intend to offend as many people as possible.

But one of the parties involves small children, so I have to put on another costume OVER my costume so as not to be offensive or indecent. I can't bring myself to corrupt the young. No smoking in front of them, no buying liquor for underage kids, and no indecent your mom comments.

I don't know what my Turkey Day plans are yet. I miss you guys and would like to come home, but I need to replace my catalytic converter (unless, god-willing, its only the sensors that are broken) and get some work done on my teeth, so I may not have enough money. Will let you know in about a week or so.

How are things with you?

And chelsea, I think the creepy smiling picture of you is adorable. Just like Wednesday Addams.

Love,
Sarah