Time Wasted is... Annoying.

I started new hours at work today. The internship coordinator finally realized that I spend five and a half of my six hours doing absolutely nothing (read: briefing myself on the daily world news, Texas criminal law news, DC news, conservative/Republican news, and doing homework when I feel that I'm knowledgable enough about what's going on in the world that day).

Things I have learned from Day 1:

-- My body wakes me up at 8:00am and will not let me sleep past 10:00am.
-- It's very sad when 10:00 is the latest your body will let you sleep in.
-- I seriously need to invest in curtains.
-- There is this new concept called "downtime" and I have no idea how to utilize it. It currently consists of me sitting in front of my computer with the Travel Channel on in the background.
-- Although I didn't figure this out today, I have the travel bug.
-- Even when I cut my hours in half, I still only do no more than one hour of actual secretarial work per internship session (I have deemed this no longer an actual "working" internship).
-- This internship is stupid (not that that's a new idea either) and I can't wait to start my new one at the DA's office.

However, today Dad informed me that we are getting a new puppy in four weeks!!!! I'm not sure I can effectively spell out the excitement that goes with this news. I love puppies, especially those that belong to me. They are the greatest things in the entire world and simply the news of getting a new one has made my day better. We're getting a male Bouvier des Flandres so Macy, our Portuguese Water Dog, will have a buddy. YAY!

Boy and I took a spontaneous date/trip to Winstar Casinos late Thursday night. I'd never been so I attribute my winnings of $88.57 on a penny slot machine to be beginner's luck. We left promptly after I cashed in because we figured we weren't going to get any luckier. Have I acquired a gambling addiction? No way. Gambling makes me nervous because I think it's stupid to lose obscene amounts of money (like $20) in less than seven minutes on two hands of Blackjack. Especially when you pretend you can count cards by thinking 1...2...3...4...5... in your head because no matter how many times Boy tries to explain it, you have no clue what +2 or -1 means. Just because I've seen the movie 21 doesn't mean I get how to win Blackjack.