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Y'all?
I had such a good birthday.
I wore my tiara to work; Awesome Boss brought me coffee in the morning; two people from Accounting bought me a cake(!); I went to lunch with Awesome Boss and a few people from our internet department at this little Italian place in Chelsea and had a they-called-it-a-panini-but-it-wasn't-really-but-what-it-was-was-delicious with seared tuna, black olives, arugala, and lemon juice, and we shared a bottle of prosecco - it was just one of those days when all the little things align to keep you in a fantastically good mood all day.
A refreshing change, because Monday I'd been in a pretty lousy mood most of the day, feeling stressed and over-emotional and exhausted.
Also I polled everyone at work and asked them if they thought that, now that I'm 27, I should have my shit together already. I was reassured that the vast majority of responses fell into the "No, you have plenty of time" camp. That's a load off my back! Because the shit? Is not together.
I plan on faking it for the next half century or so. Good plan?
In apartment news, the room is all painted and beautiful, and now I am just waiting for the new carpet to be installed. Meanwhile I'm working on decoupaging my new nightstand with pages from Shakespeare plays. I shall try to post some photos when it's done - for now, let me be humble and modest and say that it looks freakin' awesome.
(Funny story: I'm doing a different play on each side - "As You Like It" on top, because it is my favorite and contains my favorite line, which is "Oh wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful! And after that, out of all whooping!" So I arranged everything so the page with that line would be in the center, on top of all the other pages. This was late, late, late on Sunday night, so I glued everything down and took myself off to bed immediately. When I looked at it on Monday? Yeah, I had glued the page with my favorite line face down. Unfixable. Ah, well. I shall write it on every mirror in the house!)
And now, if you'll excuse me - I feel like this is a terribly prosaic entry, but it's getting late and there is a pint of Mangodesh ice cream pouting seductively in the freezer. Don't wait up!
I had such a good birthday.
I wore my tiara to work; Awesome Boss brought me coffee in the morning; two people from Accounting bought me a cake(!); I went to lunch with Awesome Boss and a few people from our internet department at this little Italian place in Chelsea and had a they-called-it-a-panini-but-it-wasn't-really-but-what-it-was-was-delicious with seared tuna, black olives, arugala, and lemon juice, and we shared a bottle of prosecco - it was just one of those days when all the little things align to keep you in a fantastically good mood all day.
A refreshing change, because Monday I'd been in a pretty lousy mood most of the day, feeling stressed and over-emotional and exhausted.
Also I polled everyone at work and asked them if they thought that, now that I'm 27, I should have my shit together already. I was reassured that the vast majority of responses fell into the "No, you have plenty of time" camp. That's a load off my back! Because the shit? Is not together.
I plan on faking it for the next half century or so. Good plan?
In apartment news, the room is all painted and beautiful, and now I am just waiting for the new carpet to be installed. Meanwhile I'm working on decoupaging my new nightstand with pages from Shakespeare plays. I shall try to post some photos when it's done - for now, let me be humble and modest and say that it looks freakin' awesome.
(Funny story: I'm doing a different play on each side - "As You Like It" on top, because it is my favorite and contains my favorite line, which is "Oh wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful! And after that, out of all whooping!" So I arranged everything so the page with that line would be in the center, on top of all the other pages. This was late, late, late on Sunday night, so I glued everything down and took myself off to bed immediately. When I looked at it on Monday? Yeah, I had glued the page with my favorite line face down. Unfixable. Ah, well. I shall write it on every mirror in the house!)
And now, if you'll excuse me - I feel like this is a terribly prosaic entry, but it's getting late and there is a pint of Mangodesh ice cream pouting seductively in the freezer. Don't wait up!