What the hell?

Where did the weekend go?

And how can it possibly be Monday already? Does imbibing in the wonders of TheraFlu and NyQuil have anything to do with it?

Er, probably.

So I've been sleeping odd hours lately. Caught a nasty bug from my brother which (at any given moment - preferably socially embarrasing situations) I sneeze violently. And loudly. My eyes itch like gummy candy a toddler has rolled in their sandbox. And my throat is scratchy. Bleh. As someone quite adeptly put it," The gift that keeps on giving." Har. I know funny people.

So now that it's 12.41 in the morning I can't return phone calls. (Bad Irene. Sorry Trisha and Cristina and Tricia.) Nor can I make the phone call I was supposed to make to cancel my tentative plans for tomorrow. (Sorry E. No LIRR for moi.) What I am doing is painfully observing my meager monetary accounts, drafting a "you suck" email per my father's request, and dabbling with my students. Love the internet. But I *must* set up digital cable. ASAP.

la la la.

[Names]
HA. Small world indeed. Reading through my immense email right now and I see that company names change. This we know. But it's confusing. Novo is now semaphorepartners. They've morphed a job description to now be called," Experience Planning". Ah, but what about information design?

[Seasons Greetings]
Generic mass emails from former boyfriends are not welcome. Especially when the signature line includes the existing girlfriend. People, please, think before you hit send. I understand how email aliases are big time savers, but man that irks me.

posted by irene @ 12/30/2002 12:42:00 AM