I got my W-2 today. Yay!
I had a hard time sleeping last night. I think I drank too much coffee yesterday. Normally I’m pretty careful about how much caffeine I consume.
I’m rereading The Three Musketeers. It is hilarious. I love Dumas. He makes me really happy. Some of his quotes are just awesome – I like this one:
It is rare that one can see in a little boy the promise of a man, but one can almost always see in a little girl the threat of a woman.
Alexandre Dumas
I’m sick of the writers strike.
I wish crazy people wouldn’t leave me messages at work at 1:18 pm on a friday asking me to call them back, then call again at 1:20 p.m. that same day demanding to know why I haven’t returned their calls. Let me tell you, this is the kind of person I do not look forward to talking to.
I went to charleston this past weekend and I came home with at least five more coozies than I left home with. I also got a whistle in the bargain. It was a good weekend.
A man who works in my building on a different floor commented yesterday on the elevator that my hair had a lot of bounce to it that day. People notice interesting things.
Snore. This week is taking a long time.
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 