Flipflops in the Rain


i have more than three toes, but i’m definitely a sloth.

i showered today. and then i promptly put on the same sweats i’ve been wearing for three days and settled onto the couch for a hard day of work and inauguration watching.

while many of my friends and co-workers risked their lives to metro into the city for the event, i selected to stay in. by now, you’ve prolly figured out that i no likey the bitter cold.

however, i really hate working from home.

i know, “boo hoo hoo, i can work anywhere that has an internet connection; woe is me, i can stay in my jammies all day” — but seriously. i feel like a sloth. when i shut down my computer at 5, all i want to do is crawl back into bed and sleep until morning. when i finally pull myself off the couch to eat, i grab something carby and disgusting. and the working out i was bragging about last week? yeah… no. haven’t done it since. the fact that i bathed this morning (granted, it was maybe 33 seconds long) is pretty amazing.

i’m actually thoroughly looking forward to going back into the office tomorrow.

i’m even more looking forward to NOT going into the office on Thursday and flying to denver to see lyd and conebone for a long, much-needed weekend* away.

*not that my weekends here have been bad lately — just really busy. having an awesome surprise guest, meeting up with an awesome not-surprise guest, helping DR move, eating lots of pizza, battling the tourists to get to the bloggerational ball in adam’s morgan where i met many fabulous d.c. bloggers who know how to drink and dance** — i’m ready for a relaxing weekend.

**sorry guys, there’s no way i can link to everyone. i spent the better half of yesterday updating my google reader to include everyone i met — there’s no way i could add links to this post without forgetting someone. i’d rather people didn’t find out what a jerk i am just yet… it was fantastic to meet such truly funny and fun people. Thanks for a great time!



on hiatus

the past two weeks have been a mess of tears, frustrations, conferences, visitors, new employees, canceled obligations and a whirlwind of other activities that have left my brain reeling and my body begging to crash headfirst into bed and not wake up for days. until i can catch a break from the work-related stressors, i prefer not to spend my downtime staring at a computer screen. instead, i’ve been filling my evenings with exercise (yea!) and my weekends with sunshine.

so while i can’t say how long or short this bloggy break will be, i can say i can’t wait to be back, bragging about my fast food fast (seven weeks today!) and gushing about my new veronica mars dvds.

latas.



case of the fridays

i’m already riled up and ready for the weekend — then pithy goes and turns me onto these bastards:

caffeinemaster 2000

i think the night janitors may find me convulsing in the bathroom tonight… so much for getting out of here early.

UPDATE: not gonna lie, i feel like i’m on drugs. not that i would know… but yowza. the warning level on the can should’ve been a sign for this non-rockstar.



seventy four: a few randoms wrapped into one.
March 12, 2008, 11:30 pm
Filed under: 24 words, perfectly impossible, work and play | Tags: , , ,

just because you talk in circles doesn’t mean you’ll convince me you’re right. in fact, you’ll just make me madder, and therefore, more determined.



sixty nine: lacy.
March 6, 2008, 2:26 am
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we bonded through work, although we always have more fun outside of the office (even if it ends with embarrassment and falling off stages).

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not coming back to the dark side.
March 2, 2008, 9:28 pm
Filed under: work and play | Tags: , , ,

i’m working a late-night shift this week. this shift used to be a piece of cake for me — in fact, i worked it for about a year and a half when i lived out West.

no longer is it cake, tho. it’s not even stale carrot cake with super-hard frosting. pretty sure it’s damn near impossible for me to work this shift. i have another 6 hours of trying to be productive and I’m already falling asleep on my keyboard.

(The saddest part is that it’s only 9. I think I’ve aged 50 years since my vampire days.)



eye’m feeling a bit nauseous.
February 27, 2008, 12:02 pm
Filed under: fear and loathing, work and play | Tags: , , , , ,

I have a lump on my eye.
And my vision is going cloudy.
And my stomach is churning because my evil co-workers are telling me (in graphic detail) how the doctors will get rid of my eye growth.

This is why I hate doctors. They’re licensed to slice and dice and burn me.
This is also why I hate my co-workers. They’re licensed to terrorize and provoke me.

UPDATE: Poem wins the Creepiest Co-worker Award for sending me this horrendous piece of art. Fair warning — this link is not for the weak-stomached.