Hey there chickens, remember me? Not that I'm inferring you all have ADD-like short attention spans or something, but I automatically assume out of sight out of mind, you know?
I still don't have any computer network access, fax or internet at my office. Can you even imagine? Yesterday they hooked us up with a temporary phone line, and given that I was in the office alone (like all on my own with nothing to do and nobody to talk to) you can believe I worked that phone for the rest of the afternoon. Were it not for the fact that I work for a Big Christian Charity you can also believe that I'd be hitting the 1800-HOTGUYS4U or 1800-HOTJOCKS, *cough* or whatever they're called, just to liven up the afternoon. (Can you imagine the apoplexy if they saw that on the phone bill?) Instead I read an entire novel, re-labelled all my already neat files, arranged and rearranged everything... rivetting, non?
By the time I've gotten home from a long exhaustive day of filing my nails, writing To Do Lists for the next 10 years of my life, and making a detailed plan on how to form a loving lasting relationship with Justin Theroux, I've been too exhausted to blog from home. Not to mention the fact that I have an ENORMOUS and engaging social life right now.
Today I've gone into another office for a couple of hours, so my first thought of course is you. It's all you, and only you in my world, you know that. Oh, except for the big chunk that's all about me, of course.