Apparently, my office has been co-opted into the 6th circle of hell.
I finished Cat's Cradle last night. I repeat, if you haven't read this book, you should remedy the situation at your earliest possible convenience.
One quote that I loved from the book: "Americans are forever searching for love in forms it never takes, in places it can never be."
I can't wait until my trial contacts come in! I hope they work! Then I'll have peripheral vision again! And my nose won't get as sweaty! Or if it does, I won't care because there'll be no glasses! Working out while wearing glasses is a pain. As is walking around in the windy BG winters with cold metal sticking to your face.
After the trial contacts come in, I'm picking out new glasses, because this pair is about 6 or 7 years old and I can't read street signs very well anymore. Don't worry, I'm still functional as I drive; I just need to be close-ish to the signs before I can read the ones with smaller print. I'll probably wear the contacts most of the time, but having the option to switch back and forth is nice. ^_^ I'm considering a red or green pair. Red brings out my natural highlights and is a fun color, but green is fun, too. Or maybe just metal frames? I love picking out new glasses. =^-^=
Two nights ago, I had a dream about enlightenment, world peace, and LeeAnn Rimes. Odd.
In one of my dreams last night, there was a Japanese remake of the song "Oops! I did it again" and apparently I liked it. **shudder** Though amusingly, part of the reason I liked it was that half the words were in Japanese and it was sang by someone other than Brittney, so I didn't have to listen to her voice or her lyrics.
Another dream centered around me having dyed my "bangs" the same shade of green as Kate's Pluto wig (and Kate's wig does look oddly natural on me). My hair was also all one length and reached my shoulders. I don't remember most of the dream but a bit of it occurred at the "cosplay sweatshop." For some reason, I had decided to touch up the dye because it was fading to white and had mixed the color before I realized I couldn't do it by myself. I hesitated to ask Amanda (apparently she had done the original application of dye) because she was reclined on this huge couch, her toenails were freshly painted and drying, and she had a sheet over her head because she was taking a nap. (She looked really strange with the sheet bunched around her with only her calves and feet with perfectly manicured toenails poking out and propped up on a pillow. I think she had a silver ankle bracelet on as well.) But she saw me look at her (she could apparently see through the opaque sheet) and agreed to help. Then there was a sequence that involved foil and clips in my hair, as well as a paint brush.
I think Michael Jackson was in my dream last night. I think he scared me.
Snippet from an NPR interview last night, "I'm not going to be one of those people that think they know everything they know."
If she was a "maniac, maniac on the floor, and she's dancing like she's never danced before," wouldn't she be dancing rather badly?
Bits of Cat's Cradle keep going through my head. I need to read more of work.
Argh. Today is a day my head does not want to be contained by my job, my office, and my computer. Heat makes me irritable. They fixed the office A/C yesterday, but part of the office has not yet cooled back down. I am warm and cranky.
I hate the propensity of male characters in movies and books to instantly "fall in love" with a woman upon seeing her radiant beauty. They then attribute many characteristics (such as grace, caring, motherly nature, sweetness, innocence, etc.) to her based upon the feeling they get from their groin. For that matter, female characters do the same thing.
Oy. Today has been such the clusterfuck at work. But all the reports went out! (4 diff reports with a total of 23 binders and 1 .PDF between them.)
Okay, the work day is over now. I think I've rambled on enough. ^_^
One quote that I loved from the book: "Americans are forever searching for love in forms it never takes, in places it can never be."
I can't wait until my trial contacts come in! I hope they work! Then I'll have peripheral vision again! And my nose won't get as sweaty! Or if it does, I won't care because there'll be no glasses! Working out while wearing glasses is a pain. As is walking around in the windy BG winters with cold metal sticking to your face.
After the trial contacts come in, I'm picking out new glasses, because this pair is about 6 or 7 years old and I can't read street signs very well anymore. Don't worry, I'm still functional as I drive; I just need to be close-ish to the signs before I can read the ones with smaller print. I'll probably wear the contacts most of the time, but having the option to switch back and forth is nice. ^_^ I'm considering a red or green pair. Red brings out my natural highlights and is a fun color, but green is fun, too. Or maybe just metal frames? I love picking out new glasses. =^-^=
Two nights ago, I had a dream about enlightenment, world peace, and LeeAnn Rimes. Odd.
In one of my dreams last night, there was a Japanese remake of the song "Oops! I did it again" and apparently I liked it. **shudder** Though amusingly, part of the reason I liked it was that half the words were in Japanese and it was sang by someone other than Brittney, so I didn't have to listen to her voice or her lyrics.
Another dream centered around me having dyed my "bangs" the same shade of green as Kate's Pluto wig (and Kate's wig does look oddly natural on me). My hair was also all one length and reached my shoulders. I don't remember most of the dream but a bit of it occurred at the "cosplay sweatshop." For some reason, I had decided to touch up the dye because it was fading to white and had mixed the color before I realized I couldn't do it by myself. I hesitated to ask Amanda (apparently she had done the original application of dye) because she was reclined on this huge couch, her toenails were freshly painted and drying, and she had a sheet over her head because she was taking a nap. (She looked really strange with the sheet bunched around her with only her calves and feet with perfectly manicured toenails poking out and propped up on a pillow. I think she had a silver ankle bracelet on as well.) But she saw me look at her (she could apparently see through the opaque sheet) and agreed to help. Then there was a sequence that involved foil and clips in my hair, as well as a paint brush.
I think Michael Jackson was in my dream last night. I think he scared me.
Snippet from an NPR interview last night, "I'm not going to be one of those people that think they know everything they know."
If she was a "maniac, maniac on the floor, and she's dancing like she's never danced before," wouldn't she be dancing rather badly?
Bits of Cat's Cradle keep going through my head. I need to read more of work.
Argh. Today is a day my head does not want to be contained by my job, my office, and my computer. Heat makes me irritable. They fixed the office A/C yesterday, but part of the office has not yet cooled back down. I am warm and cranky.
I hate the propensity of male characters in movies and books to instantly "fall in love" with a woman upon seeing her radiant beauty. They then attribute many characteristics (such as grace, caring, motherly nature, sweetness, innocence, etc.) to her based upon the feeling they get from their groin. For that matter, female characters do the same thing.
Oy. Today has been such the clusterfuck at work. But all the reports went out! (4 diff reports with a total of 23 binders and 1 .PDF between them.)
Okay, the work day is over now. I think I've rambled on enough. ^_^