Cookies

"Cookies": I don't know what that means to girls, but half my female friends have been putting it in their away messages lately. So I'm putting it here, as some sort of gesture of something.

Why is it that I drive up to campus, with the intention of getting some work done on three class projects, but when I get there I end up doing nothing to help me get a passing grade.

In a six-hour period I:
- Finally read (more like skimmed) through all those nasty agreements on my online-trading broker's site, and played around with the interface for a bit.
- Looked for financial information on two high-tech companies that friends of mine work at, only to learn that one is privately held, and the other took a nose-dive this Friday, "beating" all three major indexes in sucking-ery.
- Read perhaps four emails in my University account, filed three other emails, but left the four unanswered or otherwise handled.
- Was bothered repeatedly for absolutely no good reason, and for one good reason which seemed less important to the bothering party.
- Wrote two long emails to the RUSLUG mailing list, that I've put off for far too long and can't possibly afford to ignore any longer.
- Ordered the sixth fleet into the gulf. Again.
- Woke up, but didn't smell any coffee :-(

Oh, right. I got distracted there...

So I just got to work (don't ask), after dinner (alone) and finally getting some work done at the Edison Diner (lookie lookie!). They make a decent coleslaw, and had the most awesome chocolate-chip... Cookies.