May 09, 2002 :: 3:07 p.m.
Sonofan Ugly Vinewench
Today was... fair. I got up at an ungoldy hour, drove to City Island, and walked to work in the
pouring rain with a defective umbrella that kept inverting (it looked like a cup on a stick) when the wind blew and flooded sidewalks and stupid obnoxious SUV's that decided to be nice and whiz by directly beside the aforementioned flooded sidewalks, sending up waves of water and effectively soaking me from the waist down. The only reason it wasn't from head to toe is because I had my coat on, and that took the brunt of the damage on the upper half. But eventually my shoes and socks and pants dried, and all was well. Work was fun. Work usually is fun, which leads me to believe that I've obtained the nearly unobtainable: I like my job. I really do. Today, for the first time in possibly my entire life, I didn't want to
leave work. I wanted to stay there and make bagelwiches and goof around with Joe and Stewart and Wanda and Roy and drink a 90/10 mix of water and Mountain Dew out of the big blue plastic cup that Mary Beth bought for me. Talk about a shocker - I'm the laziest person on earth and I actually wanted to stay at work. If my feet weren't killing me I probably would have, but as it stood my desire to sit down outweighed my desire to stay at work. So home I came, and here I am, writing about how much I like my job. Weird.
On a different note, I had to climb through my brother's bedroom window to get inside this afternoon. I didn't take my purse with me, so I didn't have my house keys - it just didn't occur to me that no one would be home. But alas. Climbing through the window would be no problem at all if I weren't so freakin' short, really. I had to drag a bench off the porch and put a milk crate on top of that, and then stand on the milk crate. It was unstable and I still wasn't high enough to get through easily, but there was no way I was piling anything on top of the crate, so I grabbed the handle thing on the side of Mason's bed and just kind of wiggled in. Fun.
Aww, Rufus doesn't look so well again. He's been throwing up this weird, runny, foamy liquid; we've been giving him his pills twice a day, but since he's been vomiting he probably hasn't kept much of the medicine down. Poor baby. I want to pick him up and cuddle him, but he looks so fragile. He's lost a few pounds since he got sick - he's smaller now, and it doesn't look right. He needs to get robust and healthy again RIGHT NOW. *nods* So there.
I just tried to call Adam (at both houses!), but he's not home. *pouts* Sucks to be meeeee. I'm kind of hungry but really shouldn't eat yet. Wanda and I shared some carrot cake at work, and while it was delicious, it was also way too high in calories and something that I didn't need. Oh well. Who's having a light dinner tonight? I'm having a light dinner tonight! I have to weigh myself tomorrow and everything, so uh... yeah, no lasagna for me. Boo.
Man, I am way too perky for someone who's been up since 4:30. Weeeee!
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