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The 700-page Manuscript accompanying the 300-page book-to-be. A beast of a proofreading project that landed on my desk this morning only an hour before I found out that I'd be filling in for one of my co-workers who was out sick (about 15 minutes before the meeting I had to run in her stead took place). So instead of buckling down and getting a jumpstart on the project, I had a day filled with delays and interruptions (and the only slightly dissipated paint fumes from yesterday). Part of me is hoping for a snow day tomorrow so that I can work on it from home instead. And I found out that I have to complete the 69 hours of proofreading on before next Wednesday (which is complicated by the fact that our office Christmas party is Tuesday afternoon).

And the 75-minute, three-plus accident obstacle course (otherwise known as my usually 25-minute commute home). First, the major street I take to the interstate is down to one northbound lane because of what seemed to be a party of cops and firetrucks and one injured car. After I clear that hurdle, an idiot decides to change lanes while driving next to me and nearly knocks me off the road. Then, 635 was literally a parking lot. It look me twenty minutes to go one mile to the first exit ramp on my side of town. I get off the interstate to find that someone has apparently knocked out the signal (flashing lights and four-way stops are never a good combination) on the north side of the bridge. So I have to go back west on the frontage road to the last major road that goes north, which of course does not connect to the eastbound road I had planned on taking home, so I have to go an extra mile north before I can finally get back east again. All of this appears to have been caused by the fact that the meteorologists predicted that there MIGHT be a slight CHANCE of snow TOMORROW. Which is only scary to me because apparently nobody in Texas can drive when there's not a bloody cloud in the whole freaking sky. (And the sun hadn't even gone down yet, either.)

The one ray of sun in my day: I turned on my blinker to move to the far right lane on the interstate, fully expecting it would be at least a mile before I'd be able to actually get over, and the guy next to me signals for me to roll down my window. Curious, I do. [[It is important to note here that I recently acquired a Nebraska Alumni license plate frame and decal for my car. And the following song is stuck in my head: "All I wanna do is to thank you, even though I don't know who you are. You let me change lanes while I was driving in my car."]] The guy tells me that he was an '87 Husker and that he'll gladly let me go in front of him. I respond that he's "awesome" and quickly move over. I look forward to sharing that particular story with my Texas-loving grandad who predicted that if I put pro-Nebraska stuff on my car down here, it would end up vandalized. So in preparation for Saturday:

HUSKERS UNITE!

Follow-up Note: I've decided that Thai food is by far the best cure for a migraine. Though caffeine comes in a close second.