what? sleep?

to the tune of: Austin by Blake Shelton

Over the past week, I:

• Saw Paul Wolfowitz as I was eating lunch outside. I was kinda disappointed that he wasn't wildly gesticulating and loudly talking about plans to invade any other countries. Rumor has it his son's living at XOX, in a curious twist of irony.
  
• Walked into the lab to find an NBC reporter interviewing my lab partner. Apparently they ran a story on how even after the Google IPO, yes, the Stanford AI lab is still doing research, as if Google were the end of good ideas to come out of Stanford. Yes, random stock footage of people in front of computers and the Segbot rolling down the street will make sure that secret never gets out.
  
• Took a scenic but unplanned tour of downtown Fremont, trying to find Erin's place.
  
• Discovered Roble Parlor is too small for real traveling dance.
  
• Stayed up all night with dancers and went to iHop for breakfast. My lifelong dream of having a banana split (pancake) for breakfast has been fulfilled. Alas, I fail to see what's so international about IHOP.
  
• Staged what may be the final barbecue at the Rains Work-Free Zone, before Rains may or may not make us move this weekend.
  

<rant>
Currently on my hitlist:

• Rains office: For being extremely coy about where and when we are moving, even inventing imaginary e-mails to justify their shiftiness. And why must we move? Because of...
  
• Rescomp: For ignoring my month-old e-mail about how I have to miss RCC training and assuming I have nothing better to do with my summer but hear about why Stanford students shouldn't download porn.
  
• Northwest Airlines: For not letting us change a credit card-frequent flier mile-purchased plane reservation made by my dad when he could no longer stand waiting for me to confirm at 5 AM. (I was kind of asleep at the time. I wake up to see messages at 4:30, 5:30, and 7:30.) The flight leaves at 8:30 AM...which, despite being the beginning of the day for most denizens of The Real World, is rather difficult to make it to on mass transit, since the Marguerite doesn't start running till 6:30. This calls for the unthinkable. Does anyone have any airline shuttle recommendations?
  
• NBC 11, for not broadcasting strong enough to be picked up without cable. Besides the Olympics, this means I didn't get to see my five seconds of glory. Oh well.
  

</rant>