a few thoughts

You know in the movies when the guy meets a girl and then the next morning he's whistling and skipping? Sex really does do that to a person. I'm just saying.

It's just been announced that the company I work for is making the invitations to the Emmys. That's pretty cool, but I don't get more money. I did get a donut though. I could probably steal an invitation, but the Emmys are all the way out in L.A. and I don't watch tv anyways, so I don't care.

Sometimes it randomly thunderstorms here. I carry an umbrella, but it is a tiny penguin-shaped one. And it is smaller than a real penguin. It keeps my head semi-dry, but that's it. I should find a bigger umbrella that is also portable. I do have a big one at home, but it is a pain to carry everywhere, especially if I don't know it's going to rain.

My hair gel smells like pineapple, and my lotion smells like banana. I'm a fruit salad waiting to happen.

Last night at 3am it smelled like burning tar in my bedroom. I was sure I was slowly going to be asphyxiated, even though the windows were open and the fans were on. Then I used sleep-logic
to deduce that the cat would know if something was up, and he seemed ok. So I went back to sleep and didn't asphyxiate.

People at work were making fun of the intern because she has 7 pairs of flip-flops. I'm all for variety, but that's a hell of a lot of flip-flops.