Friday, October 12, 2001
I know that I'm really late to the game (and here's my preemptive "Shut up, Sarah!") but I have a huge crush on Spike, even with his poodlehead.
10:13 AM Comment
After last night's bad-traffic-mojo kerfuffle, I was pleased to have a rather easy commute in this morning. I realized about halfway here, though, that although I had conscientiously packed my little overnight bag for tonight's festivities, I managed to forget both my saline solution and my contact lens case. I'm going to need to make a brief stop at the store at lunch to rectify that situation.
I still can't figure out if I have a cold, a sinus infection, or my allergies have just gone berserk, but I am almost completely unable to breathe in the mornings. It usually rights itself by the afternoon, though, which leads me to believe that it's more of an allergy thing. Get cold, dammit. That's the only solution.
Thursday, October 11, 2001
"The cow caused no damage while on the lam."
11:22 PM Comment
This weekend: the Heather East Coast Tour 2001. Tomorrow: Work, then to Philly via Allentown. Overnight in Allentown. Back to NJ Saturday morning, then to MD. Overnight in MD. Back to NJ Sunday night. We've got brides, we've got babies, we've got it all. Woo!
Wednesday, October 10, 2001
I hate it when I realize only after I get to work that the shoes that I've chosen look absolutely asinine with the rest of my outfit. My hair, on the other hand, while a bit redder than I had anticipated (funny, when I buy a hair dye that says "brown" without a modifier such as "mahogany" or "burgundy" or even "chestnut" I expect that the end result will be something, you know, BROWN), looks pretty good. I'm not used to my hair being this dark, which is funny because this is very close to my natural color. I think. I can't really remember.
That's what you get when you start dyeing your hair when you're thirteen.
Well, you won't be able to see this for awhile because Blogger is fritzy-ditzy, but we didn't get the house. We came in second. This totally sucks.
7:30 PM Comment
*waits impatiently for the realtor to call while dyeing hair Feria #51 Brazilian Brown*
7:07 PM Comment
This is interesting, but it still doesn't explain how I can get that stupid "This is the story of a girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world" song out of my head, where it has been lodged like an impacted wisdom tooth for months now.
4:22 PM Comment
I'm home siiiiiiiiiiiiiick. I feel like death on a Triscuit(tm). And Dave's sick, too. And we have to put the offer in on the house by 5 pm. Ugh. Shoot me now.
1:36 PM Comment
I love the commute on days when most people have a holiday. My generally-35-to-45-minute ride this morning took me only 20. The office is quiet, and we've gotten another vat of cheese/buttered/caramel popcorn from our branding vendor. My boss is locked in his office doing our budget, and I'm wearing my comfiest grey chenille sweater. The social angst of last week has been resolved to my satisfaction (meaning, I'm not going to the event), and we're putting a bid in tomorrow on a really cool house with incredible potential. All in all, not a bad start for a Monday.
9:34 AM Comment
