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holy hell, im tired.
nothing like bleeding out my hooha to suck the life right out of me. So glad I get to enjoy this 5-7 days a month, 12 months a year.
i'm ready to faceplant on my bed and call it a day. seriously.
i have to take a letter upstairs to be mailed (i'm at work) and you'd think i had to walk a mile uphill in a snowstorm. crimey.
So. I didn't go to Albany today, because my exec director was concerned about the weather. Fine wiht me, because i probably wouldnt be very effective lobbying for funding today. I'd be like "quit being a bigot and give me the money, bitch!" Then i'd sit down and ask for some hot tea and a donut.
Friday, i'm going to see kate clinton (wooohoo!) with Virg. Terri is going to go, too. I may have dinner with erik, jason and toby, too. Dinner with Erik will probably be more amusing than Kate. Seriously, i almost choked on my cheese when he was making comments at the Sweetheart Ball with Joe Robach right behind us.
New Orleans is coming up. Hooray! Although Ellen Degeneres isn't going to be there anymore aned i'm pretty disappointed. But hell, it is new orleans! i've never been there and am excited to go. It will be my third Vagina Monologues of the year (and fourth ever..) Next year, Terri and I are going to try out for the Rochester production. I'd like to say I would make a good moaner, but I wouldn't. Maybe i'll try out for the old lady talking about her "down there." haha.
Back to work. I have no caffeine in the office. I had a soda at lunch and i've been sucking on the ice cubes, trying to get whatever diluted caffeine is left. Pathetic, but true. I think today is going to be a short day, which is fine, since tomorrow and thursday will be a little longer than normal. Maybe i'll work up the energy to follow through with my Tuesday night gym routine. OR maybe i'll just watch Biggest Loser and settle on getting a gastric bypass once i've gained 50 more pounds. the end.
nothing like bleeding out my hooha to suck the life right out of me. So glad I get to enjoy this 5-7 days a month, 12 months a year.
i'm ready to faceplant on my bed and call it a day. seriously.
i have to take a letter upstairs to be mailed (i'm at work) and you'd think i had to walk a mile uphill in a snowstorm. crimey.
So. I didn't go to Albany today, because my exec director was concerned about the weather. Fine wiht me, because i probably wouldnt be very effective lobbying for funding today. I'd be like "quit being a bigot and give me the money, bitch!" Then i'd sit down and ask for some hot tea and a donut.
Friday, i'm going to see kate clinton (wooohoo!) with Virg. Terri is going to go, too. I may have dinner with erik, jason and toby, too. Dinner with Erik will probably be more amusing than Kate. Seriously, i almost choked on my cheese when he was making comments at the Sweetheart Ball with Joe Robach right behind us.
New Orleans is coming up. Hooray! Although Ellen Degeneres isn't going to be there anymore aned i'm pretty disappointed. But hell, it is new orleans! i've never been there and am excited to go. It will be my third Vagina Monologues of the year (and fourth ever..) Next year, Terri and I are going to try out for the Rochester production. I'd like to say I would make a good moaner, but I wouldn't. Maybe i'll try out for the old lady talking about her "down there." haha.
Back to work. I have no caffeine in the office. I had a soda at lunch and i've been sucking on the ice cubes, trying to get whatever diluted caffeine is left. Pathetic, but true. I think today is going to be a short day, which is fine, since tomorrow and thursday will be a little longer than normal. Maybe i'll work up the energy to follow through with my Tuesday night gym routine. OR maybe i'll just watch Biggest Loser and settle on getting a gastric bypass once i've gained 50 more pounds. the end.