Notes from the Under...stimulated

heh. sometimes fatigue makes you say the darndest things.

-----Original Message-----
From: LG
Sent: Monday, May 03, 2004 12:58 PM
To: Dodong
Subject: RE:

it's SUPER hard to do any work today. i'm harder than normal.

-----Original Message-----
From: Dodong
Sent: Monday, May 03, 2004 12:59 PM
To: LG
Subject: RE:

uhm, ew?
maybe you need a lavender soak or something.

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maybe that's not quite so funny, but i thought it was pretty much the most hysterical thing i have ever seen and proceeded to laugh until i cried sitting here at my desk. the looks people were giving me only made me laugh harder, uncontrollably so, and just when i'd think i had everything back under control, i'd see the email exchange in my preview window and break into hysterics again. uh-oh, i feel another fit coming on....

I Guess This is The City's Way Of Telling Me To Get Up Earlier.

so. i could totally walk to work in the morning. it's like a 15 minute stroll. easy peasy lemon squeezy, as a TA of mine used to say. but 15 minutes before 7am is like an hour during midday. and i'm frequently late, and even more often VERY late. this translates into my taking a taxi to work. it's a $4 cab ride, no matter what. OR SHOULD I SAY WAS $4. today in my "i went to bed way later than i should have on a sunday, i never ever learn" stupor, i handed the cab driver four singles and made to get out of the car. but then i noticed the fare. and no longer would $4 including tip suffice-- the horror! $1/day translates into some $250 odd extra per year! fuck. i need to ask for a raise, or demand to come in a at regular hour like 9am. or (more likely) i'm going to eat the $250 cut and continue to be a lazy effing bastard.

monday monday.

Bitter Bear is Back.
( we are eagerly awaiting the return of the anger monkeys)

so. i've been less complainy (that is a relative assessment, i know) of late. but today is back to the work doldrums. for a couple of reasons:

- in my haste to beat a retreat out of that gym and get to our book club, i don't think i adequately investigated the extent of the Treadmill-Induced Injuries. Sitting at my desk yesterday, my bruised hip became a FUSED hip, and now i'm hobbling around like an 87yr old lady who spent 23 of her best years in some Gulag. not to mention the large, and GROWING bruise on my elbow. let me tell you: NOT conducive to typing, nor to holding up my head while i sleep with my eyes open during the day's third conference call.

- Laz has elected to take the day off. i knew he was going to be out tomorrow. but he left a day early, stranding me here all on my lonesome, and with a lot of his work to do. we cover for each other a lot, but i feel like maybe today was an abuse of the privilege we grant to each other. namely because he puts out a weekly on thursdays, and now i am stuck doing it. Lazmataz! how could you!
- but more importantly, with laz out, it's lonely on the desk.

- this is never going to happen, and for some reason i'm taking it as a personal affront: i wish you could just write "mee" for "me too." i do it by accident EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. can't the language conform to my laziness already? sheesh.

- i'm already lamenting the fact that i'm going to break my almost two month ban on caffeine today. it's going to happen. my eyes are only half open, and i must admit to myself when i really need a boost. i'm just hopin' that caffeine's not like heroin or whatever; i.e., once you kick that shit, a single hit of the slag has you back and hooked. i can't take the withdrawl headaches again.

anyway. happy fucking thursday to you all. i'm going to skulk to the back coffee room now and admit that i'm not better than my addictions. famous last words: "JUST ONE CUP."

Pmort Just Made My St. Patrick's Day

NEW TEEN GIRL SQUAD EPISODE!

"it's like the fun never ends!"

Happy Birthday Dear Splashy...
Happy Incontinent Birthday To You.

my baby is 14 years old. that's 98 in dog years. if one human year equals 7 dog years (or whatever, sometimes thinking about the implications of that is too much for my decaffeinated brain) that means that really, in 104 days, i should celebrate her centenary. but, i have a feeling i might forget that on June 28, so... HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPLASH! i know it must be embarrassing to have to wear that diaper to bed (although you do like to drink from the toilet and eat your own vomit, so what's the sliding scale on embarrassing?), but we'll always remember you as that crazy motherfucking puppy who loved to play soccer and wasn't afraid to tackle you for the ball!

FUCK THAT NATURE VERSUS NURTURE CRAP - i know what makes people homocidal maniacs.

no caffeine. don't come near me. don't talk to me. i'll do what you're asking me to do, but i won't like doing it. it's not helping that biologically speaking, i'd have been vicious to be around today ANYWAY. why'd i start this today? oh yeah. the goddamn ides of march. BEWARE INDEED.

OH OH OH OH oh oh oh!

QUIZ FOR THE SCARSDALE PEOPLE OUT THERE: guess who from our high school graduating class announced that she's getting - wait for it - BOTOX!

[shout out to the informer! and her little brother!]

Put one in the "pro" column for the countryside

I'm pretty sure pigeons don't divebomb you there.

I'm just sayin'.

l'ennui.

i'm so bored, i can barely breathe.

Knowing me, Knowing You.

No reason for that title. the song's just in my head.

since this morning:
- I blocked that "anonymous commenter's" IP address. Didn't someone once say that the true mark of success is how many people hate you? or maybe i just made that up. either way, anonymous commenter, YOU'RE FIRED!

- someone THREW a giganto latte on me at lunch. it wasn't just that this person spilled. laz and i were sitting there, minding our own bidness, complaining about our lives par usual, and the next second i am covered in hot coffee and foam. my hair, my arm, my pants, my coat, MY FAR ARM... i'm not really sure how it happened - these people weren't even at the table NEXT to us, there was another table in between! the best/worst part? the guy came over to apologize and he offered me money (the best part) and Laz refused before i could snatch it out of his hands (the worst part!)!

- i watched these: The Super Maro Bros. Saga: Part I, Part II, and Part III (they are hysterical. make sure to watch with sound.)

- became obsessed with trying to track down a copy of Raiders of the Lost Ark: The Adaptation. This is the shot by shot remake of RotLA that three kids from Biloxi, Miss. made over the course of 6 summers. If you have it/know where i can see it, will you tell me?