wickedflea | (no subject)

I got some good sleep last night, but I'm still kinda loopy. Thank goat for Margaret bringing in a big tankard of Dunkin' Donuts coffee. I took a nap last night and still was able to get to sleep by 12:30 or so. That never happens, so I must have been really tired.

Gotta love a book that begins its "concluding remarks" on pg. 410 and finally ends on pg. 688. Or not.

I'm afraid I'm not going to get much done today. I'm supposed to go to lunch w/ some people, and when I get back I have to cover the desk for the receptionist's lunch and afternoon break. Hate that.

What's up with it being so dark? Yesterday at 3 p.m. it looked like damn February or something. Come to think of it, it looks like that now. Oh well, at least the trees aren't all dead-looking.

I had a dream that Wes and Dave and I were starting some kind of food business in NYC. I think we were making some kind of Powerbar thing. Wes does recipe development in real life, and I guess Dave and I just needed a gig. But none of us wanted to do any work. We'd get to our crappy little office space at around 9 a.m. and immediately head straight for the cots we had set up and go right to sleep. And Sol Rosenberg's wife would come by every once in a while just to bother us.

We have some really cute summer interns this year. I feel like such a lecher. (Where'd I use that term the other day? Can't remember.)

I've been instructed to join the cult.