You may call me your Queen

Yesterday at work, my boss and I were having computer difficulties because someone pressed something they weren't supposed to. So I offered to go over to the IT room and get some help (mainly because we couldn't find the number to call and walking outside on such a beautiful day was an added bonus). 

Just as I enter the IT room, my phone rings. For those of you who don't know, I have the Doctor Who theme song as my ringtone. Immediately, every head in there (all of whom were nerds as it was the day before spring break) has their eyes locked on me. I walked up to the counter and say, "Well at least I know how to make an entrance." 

I was, if not only momentarily, Queen of the Nerds.

One Week

No, not the song by Barenaked Ladies. But one week until NaNoWriMo (nanowrimo.org). In one week, or 7 days, or 168 hours or 10,080 minutes, thousands of people will be hyped up on coffee or tea, getting less sleep than they should, having no social lives (if they ever had one to begin with), and hoping that their imaginary friends will take them on a journey worth writing 50,000 words about.

Thankfully I have friends and family that I can ask random questions, where other people would judge my sanity. I have a notebook and word document that I can write in at any spare second of the day. I have my daily word count posted beside my desk. But most importantly, I have an idea. And if I may say, it is brilliant. I already have a strong outline from the help of one of my oldest friends, Ashley, and cannot wait to begin.

Whether you are ready or not, here it comes. And in the words of the Doctor:

"GERONIMO!!!"

Fantastic

Yesterday was simply a fantastic day. I woke up in the morning and the sun was shinning. Something it hasn't done for a week plus in Wisconsin as it was raining and snowing (yes, this is April). I finished my book report, nothing extremely exciting or challenging, just productive. Then Mike came over and we went for a ride on his bike to a pancake house and ate some really fluffy pancakes. I had class which ended early and then attempted to visit an old professor of mine that wrote a wonderful letter of recommendation for me to get into grad school. Sadly his class was still in session (I'll have to try again next week) so I went home to read over my book report again to catch any mistakes (finding very few). Mike and I walked to our bar around 9. As we walked in the door, the bartender waved at us as we are regulars and he knows us. We played pool (exceptionally well) against two other guys and watched car shows on one of the TVs for about three hours before finally heading home for the night.
It was a simple, yet fantastic day.