What the hell?

Let's see

What is new these days?

It's been a while.
I know.

Tsk, tsk.

I've moved the desk to the basement. Craftys and stuff that can be stored in large storage bins are not in my room anymore. I borrowed the dry vac to clean out part of the basement. On Sunday this involved tying up boxes with twine and wrestling with furniture until it was bent (kind of). Now there's a cute Ikea throwback lining a small corner with the drafting table I've only used to cut paper and glue things on. (the extra space in my room is totally worth it.) I've now opened the mini papazon (however that's spelled) next to the free standing wardrobe / closet thing.

THe female troll has never met the girl-who-stayed-over-in-her-absence. IIIInnteresting. And she was surprised that she had even been to the house - at all. And when she asked the male troll, he casually mentioned," Oh yeah. She called about potentially watching the Sopranos here on Sunday."

No, she stayed over.
Multiple times.
In OUR bed.
And we giggled well in to the night.
And went to dinner.
And played hookey, ahem, "worked from home" for three days.
Together.
Here.
Stoned and drunk.
During the day.

RIGHT>

The poor female troll apparently had some kind of fit/episode while out in LA and had to be medicated for it. the male troll continues his mean streak towards her, and for whatever reason she takes it.

such drama.

whatever.

i worked late tonight (planned), until 8.30. then i had to log off my computer. by then it was sufficiently late enough to take a car service home. when you stay just a little bit late, there is always that balancing act of "should I stay later" to car service it? or just past 8 to expense the taxi?

eck.

I'm convinced the stain on my boob is either a) the beginning of lupas b) something that will kill me or c) a stretch mark.

I am in love with my bras to the point I don't want to wear the next one. (I've been swapping between the two t-straps types. ok, so they're not shoes. but the kind that snap in the front. i forget what they're called.)

my mere bought me swanky stuff on sunday:
- satin fooffy skirt
- pin striped pants with a red sweater top (complete with fur collar - detachable)
- a simple 3/4 qtr sleeve cotton (which I wore today) in cream
- a washed sweater of mine i had forgotten about
- a winter wool skirt that would look great with boots
- and a cream color turtle neck.

i feel like there was something else, but i've forgotten.

my seedlings are off to a racing start. (the female troll is slightly jealous as she can't yet plant her roses.)

i watched on demand versions of "Phone booth" and the Jennifer Aniston movie where she works in the Kmart-type store. Eh. Who knew I'd ever say the former friend's actress would be kind of interesting. it was attention grabbing in that way where you're not really sure why anyone would act in a peculiar way.

And I moved my bed back to its original corner after great expense and effort yesterday. I like it this way better. (I think).

Plus, now I want a bigger tv, since i'm further away from my screen.

Ok, that was a brain dump of nothing. The worst day of my adult working life was last week. Then I compounded it by screwing up a date. Then i cried. In public. And proceeded to make up and drink myself into a stupor. When I woke up i couldn't figure out why my legs wouldn't move (cat). And I took a cab to work. (From west 18th.)

As I said earlier, the nyc yellow cab is the chariot of transportation when one is not privvy to a private driver or car service.

It was totally worth it.

Today I drew pictures all day instead of explaining a concept to someone. Then I expressly said "low priority - LATER".

Which of course they confused with a 6pm deadline. Which is why I couldn't talk to alison when she called. (I literally was scarfing food down while starting a global videoconference.) For the amount of money spent having the technician plug in my computer ($50), dial the other AV geek ($50) and goodness knows what a good bridge numbers goes for - why not cut the fat out and allow me to continue my ongoing flirtation with the smart regular joe guy from tokyo. OK, so mr L.A. and i have an interesting relationship. Our converstaions border on innappropriate, but hey, who cares?

The boss is on Vacation.
And the Dev Mgr is changing what he's planning to deliver. WHATEVER. It's ain't me on the line.

k. going to sleep.
soon.

posted by irene @ 3/15/2004 10:44:00 PM