I made the mistake of taking a good close look at my computer keyboard at work. Gross. There's all sorts of nasty under those keys. Anyone lose anything? I think I might have it.
I'm a bundle of stress today. Too much work, too little time to do it in, and deadlines missed. I keep telling myself to just effing chill the effing eff out, man! But then I hate getting yelled at, so that's just making me more stressed. It's a skill.
Haircut day tomorrow!
I'm going to a movie tonight, for the first time in ages. A real, gen-u-ine talking picture. In a movie palace! I'm seeing "Brideshead Revisisted" with my friend Judy, so it's winsome boys, longing looks and Ms Emma Thompson getting all up in their bidness.
You know you're a comfort eater when you're having a rough day, it's not even 11am, and already you're planning lunch.
"Newtown Festival" this Sunday. It's a fun day, although the crowd numbers have been steadily building to the point where it's a bit cray-zay. I'll probably pop in early-ish avec camera, and then hightail it outta there as the crowds and public drunkenness amp up. Then off to Mr O'Brien's birthday drinkies. Speaking of public drunkenness...