and monday starts again. i'd really like to meet the smarty pants that decided a work week should be five days and a weekend two - i mean, would the whole world fall down if we change to a four three schedule? really?

i'm pretty sure we'd all figure out how to survive without another work day. we all work 24/7 with our damn technology anyway - so does it really matter how long i sit at my desk everyday?

i hope my fictional grandkids have the wherewithal to change this - assuming the world hasn't blown up by then. i watched this freaking crazy Nicholas Cage movie - Knowing. Ok - Nick, I love you. I mean in The Rock - so wish I was on that rooftop - and even your dirty butt in ConAir - the only kinda white trash i'd move to a trailor for, but seriously - sun spasms and super beings that repopulate new planets hoping to get better humans? what the ef?

so i watch this movie - freak out by the weirdo beings that are sorta this mix between the arian perfection race, angles, and tall green men - and it gets to the end and i had two thoughts. ok - so tomorrow could be the end of the world, and i'm so not gonna be the chosen one, so i better figure out how to either get on the joint chiefs of staff radar as a hell of a party girl to be invited to the depths of the secret bunkers or start digging in my backyard now and two, i should really start thinking about having kids and trying to figure out what books on tape my belly needs to listen to in order to birth the child of alien selection for adam and eve part deux.

so - in summary - i think i need to go to barns and noble and find a book on alien languages, google the joint chiefs and see if i can facebook friend them, and send an email to Nick seeing as how after this movie and ghost rider (i'm sorry Nick, i tried) i may actually be considered datable material.