2: January 2002 Archives

Sort of lost in the excitement of little Max yesterday is the fact that my diploma was brought to Austin and framed yesterday. My master's diploma. And this is a really groovy thing -- particularly since until my aunt asked me (hypothetically) whether if I had a diploma, I'd want it framed in a burnt-orange frame, I didn't actually know for -sure- that I had actually graduated. Apparently, I have, and the piece of paper to prove it arrived without incident in my mom's mail slot.

So in just a couple of weeks, I'll be in possession of my framed diploma illustrating my masters degree in advertising. As though I need the proof -- I already know I can "sell" a kitten with a sob-story. Ironically, my undergraduate diplomas (in Plan II Honors and Radio-Television-Film) were never framed, so they still sit in a cardboard envelope on my dresser in Corpus Christi.

Just another Sunday, tacked onto a weekend that wasn't -quite- long enough. I spent all weekend working on the design for this site and trying to decipher MT's template system. I can't actually see the changes I make on my browser. I couldn't tell you why.

Back to work tomorrow, which breaks up my day, of course. This week will not only be shorter than usual (at work anyway, due to the massage thing on Friday and Saturday), but busy and broken up, since I have a lot to learn at work.

And the Hedwig show, which plays at the Zach Scott on Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, naturally would interfere with my working massage this weekend. (Or at least, the Thursday and Friday shows would.) Maybe the Sunday matinee is the way to go.

And I never did do laundry this weekend. Sigh.