The Myth & The Majesty

Right, so work was absolutely HILARIOUS today. The Easter bunny? He was in the cubicle next to me. And as he pointed out, his dignity took a serious hit today (although it was closely followed by a lot of people calling him brave, so I think it all balanced out). Now, I continue the tradition started by Ashli, Bri and me ... I am going to sit in my living room, drink wine, and watch "Phantom of the Opera" while waiting for trick-or-treaters. Who may or may not appear ... It's a bit of a guessing game in an apartment building. The smart kids will at least attempt it. And if they don't, I will join the hordes of people tomorrow bringing candy to work and trying to pawn it off on everyone else. Have a good night, folks!

I looked down to the end of my cube row and I saw ... a Storm Trooper drinking coffee. That's when the giggling started. Since then, I've seen the march of the Imperial Army (including a baby Trooper), a rather elaborate cat, a penguin, a buggy alien, a witch, a Southern belle, the Grim Reaper, a mad scientist, a cowboy, a hula man, an engineer (that is, a train engineer) ... and both Santa Claus and the Easter bunny. Two Santas, actually, both done by guys named Brian. And the costume contest doesn't even start till lunch.

Hi. I'm really not sure why I'm here. I'm kind of bored, and while there are eight or nine things I should be doing, I felt like blogging. Some things going on: -Work's picked up. We'll see where this goes. -I'm trying to decide whether or not to take a big trip next summer. The benefit: hanging out in Europe with Darren. The cost: not taking any of the other trips I was planning on (or only one or two of them). -I still love winter. Kind of wish it would get here. -My friend Bri just got the news that she's moving to Georgia ... in two weeks (that's something of an "oh by the way" to a handful of you). She made me rather grateful for my uneventful life. -You should check out some of my links (on the left). -I have added two more books to my reading list since my last post. B&N is not a safe place for me. -Plane tickets are expensive. That's about it, I guess. Have a good week, everybody.

I love winter. Love it. I know I've expressed my feelings about certain seasons and holidays, but for my newer readers who haven't had the boredom to peruse my archives, let me get you caught up: I am overly enthusiastic about most holidays. I don't like summer heat. I am just as likely to be found sledding as the city's 10-year-old population. The first snow will have me outside playing, regardless of what my feet are wearing. Winter tends to align with so many other of my favorite things: tea, coffee, hot chocolate, cozy blankets, nighttime, warm woolen mittens ... The second it got cold enough for frost, I started thinking about Christmas (which worked out well this year -- so did ShopKo) ... Blame it on the fact that I have very little else to do with my time, or the fact that for the first time ever I have an apartment of my own to decorate (that I will actually be IN directly before and after Christmas). This means I've actually been Christmas shopping -- or ...

It was totally worth it. I mean, yesterday I felt human again for the first time in a couple of weeks. Great people (twice!), good conversation, bad conversation, good food ... Alas, when I woke up this morning, my body objected. Strongly. It probably would've objected even more loudly if it had realized that I would be spending the day going through piping diagrams. Argh.

Note to self: Try to refrain from talking to yourself at work, at least audibly. If you mumble, you appear angry. That's okay. If you talk in a normal fashion, you appear crazy. While this might be true, it's much safer if you keep this to yourself.

You know those days where you're not really sure what would solve all of your problems, but you're reasonably certain that it would be overly dramatic and very messy? I'm having one of those days.