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i heart four day workweeks
May. 26th, 2003 04:59 pmFirst of all: Three day weekends rock. Usually at this time, I would either be (a) racing up the stairs in the parking garage trying to get out before the rush [always race, even though I always fail and end up sitting motionless in a line of cars for fifteen minutes], or (b) sitting bitterly at my desk trying to finish the last task (or two, or three) of the day so I can leave. But not today! Today I am sitting here at home, in my sweet ensemble of oversized Mickey Mouse nightshirt (red), pajama pants (light blue with big white stars), glasses (no contacts), and zit cream (strategically placed on my face). Awesome!
I have finally torn myself away from the TV after three hours of Trading Spaces. Sadly, I had seen all or part of all three episodes and still could not look away. It's like crack, people! Crack!
I had very vivid dreams last night. One of them involved me being held hostage with nine other people (one or more of them may have been New York Mets) in my childhood home. Against all odds, I somehow behaved completely out of character, snuck away from the gun-toting crazy people, crawled out of a second-story window, scaled the roof, jumped down to the ground, and ran to the police to give them intel so they could better resolve the situation. By the time I got to the police, though, it was all resolved. The effort was all there, though.
Speaking of the New York Mets, I'd like to discuss a Phillies pitcher who is OBVIOUSLY a Lance fan. Have people heard about this? Last week the Phillies were in New York playing the mets and one of the starting pitchers was down in the subway when this woman came over and asked him for directions. He gave them to her and then they got separated in the crowd but he was so taken by her that he's putting the word out for her to contact him! It's like On the Line 2: This Time, It Involves a Professional Athlete!
And I just found myself going into a long, involved story about my hair care regime, which is, I believe, my cue to end this entry. Peace out, all. Hope you're all having a nice day.
I have finally torn myself away from the TV after three hours of Trading Spaces. Sadly, I had seen all or part of all three episodes and still could not look away. It's like crack, people! Crack!
I had very vivid dreams last night. One of them involved me being held hostage with nine other people (one or more of them may have been New York Mets) in my childhood home. Against all odds, I somehow behaved completely out of character, snuck away from the gun-toting crazy people, crawled out of a second-story window, scaled the roof, jumped down to the ground, and ran to the police to give them intel so they could better resolve the situation. By the time I got to the police, though, it was all resolved. The effort was all there, though.
Speaking of the New York Mets, I'd like to discuss a Phillies pitcher who is OBVIOUSLY a Lance fan. Have people heard about this? Last week the Phillies were in New York playing the mets and one of the starting pitchers was down in the subway when this woman came over and asked him for directions. He gave them to her and then they got separated in the crowd but he was so taken by her that he's putting the word out for her to contact him! It's like On the Line 2: This Time, It Involves a Professional Athlete!
And I just found myself going into a long, involved story about my hair care regime, which is, I believe, my cue to end this entry. Peace out, all. Hope you're all having a nice day.
