I’m tipsy and ready for bed. Yeah, it’s 10:45pm and I’m in my terry-cloth robe, sitting in bed, about to pass out.
I know the doctor said it might take a few days to take effect, but I was still sweating today.
I love the soundtracks for Karate Kid I and II.
My skin is really dry because of the weather.
I’m too cheap to turn on the heat, so when I’m at home, I snuggle in bed with my wireless MacBook or analyst reports.
I had two glasses of wine with Joy, then ended the night by going to Jack-in-the-Box for chicken strips.
There’s an official, but hidden USPS at the back of a stationery store in the heart of Chinatown a block away from where I work. No one knows about it.
When it’s cold like this, I miss my exes.
My friend’s husband (who is also my friend) doesn’t wear his wedding ring. We got into a bit of a tiff when he said, “I don’t need to prove my love by wearing a stupid ring.” If that’s the case, you stupid-ass dufus, what’s the point in getting married??? If you really believe you don’t have to PROVE your love, then why do it at all…by giving her an engagement ring, by asking her father for her hand in marriage, for going through the whole wedding ceremony. What, I ask you, is the fucking point then? Might as well just hold hands and sing kumbaya.
Can someone help me figure out keyboard shortcuts on a Mac? How do I toggle, cut or paste, or close down an application? How do I page up or page down?
There are a lot of cheap things to be found in Chinatown.
I bought some expensive Blue Tea and poured myself a cup this morning. I hated it.
I hate fruity-flavored crap. Fruity teas, fruity chocolate, fruity perfume.
I didn’t take my Ambien for a few days after Heath Ledger’s death.
I’ve been eyeing an expensive gold / suede Jimmy Choo handbag.
I have a bad habit of sitting very close to my monitor.
My body starves if I don’t eat junk food at least once a day.
I didn’t read the last book club book, Krakauer’s Under the Banner of Heaven. I didn’t want to spend money on a book that was so one-sided and anti-religion. I’m against fundamentalist religion, but don’t be anti-religion and only write about how bad religion is. Bahooey.
I think my sister is going to have a girl. I hope so. Dominic is too rambunctious.
If not this week, then next week I will take a mental health day. I am burnt out at work.
I would name my son Elijah, my daughter Morgan, and my dog Gatsby.
I’m not a morning person.