I am wearing my green boots today. They are so unlike anything I have owned before. I look down at them and wonder who's feet I have cut off. Why is something as superficial as clothing so fascinating to me?

Why am I trying to make myself cry?

If you're getting married anytime soon...

You better hope I don't know your unorthodox pet names.

Caution: This post is rated R for sexual content

Somebody I know (me) actually said this today:

"I'll give you my sex if you give me yours."








Since I know my dad reads this, I'll note that this wasn't in reference to actual sex. It was totally random.

We found out today that one of our client's sons had died. His youngest, who was my age, was found dead yesterday. I couldn't deal with that. I'm realizing that, if done properly, kids are what you live for. I don't mean you give over your entire identity to them. But above all, your job is to guard them against harm, so when they are hurt, I can't imagine the blow.

I'm turning into one of those Lifetime women. I go giggly when our UPS guy comes. That's all, just giggly. But it's so dorky.

Before I forget this.

A man forced into bankruptcy "by his wife," locks their wedding rings in a safe deposit box, and says he's protesting marriage.

I'm sick. I had a fever. It broke an hour ago after taking some tylenol. I hate that super hot sweaty cold feeling of a fever breaking.

I woke up like this. Fed the cats while trying to remain vertical. Ate some Oatmeal Squares. Then went back to bed. Until six. Then Oscar got me some Lipton noodle soup, saltine crackers, and apple juice. I hope I don't feel mucky in the morning.

Last night was Ibi's birthday. There were 17 of us at Longhorn Steakhouse, then eight of us went back to Kristina's and played Scategories. It is the best game ever.

Work is slow

I'm pretty efficient here at work. I eat lunch late, so I get a ton of stuff done in the morning. When I come back from lunch, I'm pretty much done, and there's an hour when nothing happens. I kill time. I'm in that hour. In a few minutes, I'll get three phone calls at once. Two faxes will come in. One will be spam, the other an Rx pad order. I'll get eight emails. They'll all need immediate attention and I'll lose track of one until tomorrow morning.

When adobe programs crash

"I quit Bridge and got a crash report. It's really random, but as I don't use Bridge, I'm not too worried about it. I have no idea what Bridge does. Sorry to randomly ramble. My point is, I like to be specific in crash reports because I'm all for helping work out kinks, but I'm woefully oblivious about Bridge, so I can't really give a detailed report about what happend. I just hit Command + q and everything closed like I thought it would, but a crash report came up and now I'm up to the present.
Thanks."

There's a genetic disease in my dad's family that causes us to talk too much.

Mmmm Coffee. There is always coffee in the morning at work. I was just struck with a sudden appreciation for that little detail of my life.

Thanks to this mild fall, my allergies are whacky. I usually don't get them much. But I'll be eating snot for lunch today along with my leftover pasta. Mmmm. I've got a good piece in the works, btw. I may post it here.

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I have a sugar belly ache. The two kids I told to brush were the only kids we had the whole night. Now I pay for that. Blarg.
John Fogerty has a new album that is in heavy rotation at WFHB, which is fine and all, but all I think about is CCR. It's kinda surreal. Two hours left in the work day. I look forward to coming to work, but then I look forward to getting off. It's quite a cunundrum. Perhaps it just means I like both aspects of my life. Personal and professional.
CDs on my list:
Amy Levere
Rilo Kiley
Ween
I actually have a list. And actually, I'll probably break down and register at the iTunes store and buy a few songs from the new Rilo Kiley. I just don't think I like enough of the songs to buy the whole album. Amy Levere, however, is not on iTunes, so I'll head over to Landlocked on Saturday.