I hear Jello makes a good flan.

Today I'm feeling very foggy and disoriented. Which aren't exactly uncommon sensations right after waking up. But they haven't relented. I feel moody and silent and touchy -- but only when people try to talk to me. When left to my own devices, I'm perfectly happy. Luckily, the office is quiet today, so I can just work on simple repetitive projects, and maybe finally get around to reading some long e-mails in my inbox, including a New York Times article on The Simpsons and a scandalous story involving members of a certain boy band. Hopefully I'll get around to those today.
( Ladies and gentleman, Leslie Nielsen! )

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The day is just creeping by. Though I don't have much longer. And my boss just left, so I don't have to be as industrious (i.e. I can do e-mail between printouts).

Li__ requested my presence after work. She wants to "meet" for an hour. I'm trying really hard to be a good friend who's supportive of marital difficulties, but all I really want to do is go home to the bearcave. Perhaps even straight to the inner sanctum. I feel really whiny and selfish, since she's only requesting an hour of my time. And I do want to be a good friend and family member. I'm just so exhausted. Mentally at least. I'm not sure what's brought this on -- though I guess I have been "on" a lot lately, specifically the past couple weeks. And even though the weekend was really nice and relaxing, it wasn't long enough.

I think limenal is having a beer with a friend after work, so we might get home at the same time. Maybe she won't have too much homework and we can marinate together. Hmm, has someone been entertaining themselves by reading the Rap dictionary? I don't actually agree with their definition of "marinate". Or I would at least add a second meaning, where "marinated" means smoked out. Ex. Snoop was heavily marinated on the Late Show with Craig Kilbourn.

Today I've been collecting mailing addresses so I can get started on my cocktail party inviations. Woo-hoo. I'm also going to have to put together my old computer because the recipes for the candy is on my hard drive. Or I may just search the web.

Why am I amused at them playing Madonna's Vogue on "chicago's light music station"? Don't even bother asking why I'm listening to "chicago's light music station"? I'll kick your ass. But not.

I also just read this. I can't believe those were my words. Hmm. Not that it's a bad thing.

Off to search for See's fudge and Martha Washington balls.....