I'm afraid of Americans.

My morning was going okay. I had a little trouble getting out of bed and felt a little grumpy, but ended up showering and dressing and being done before 8:30, so I had time to walk the dog and still not be late for work.

But then things went horribly awry, including such exciting events as dog crap on the back (enclosed) staircase, vomit, attempts to open window in the 5 degree weather so air could circulate, and attempts to use diluted bleach to clean up the stairs and previously mentioned bodily functions which apparently splashed on my pants causing numerous bleached out green spots (that I didn't even notice until I was at the train platform).

I could talk about this in more of a narrative form, but frankly I don't want to think about it anymore. On the train this morning I tried to embrace this as a humbling experience. But it's not even like I was mad or self-righteous about the incidents ("how could this happen to me?"): I was just completely dejected and downtrodden.

And in the midst of such commotions, I forgot to get my orange chicken leftovers for lunch today.

Such is the life of an aspiring music producer. Maybe if I had a poster by my desk with a kitten falling off a string that said "Hang In There" I would feel better about this day.

Don't be a afraid of a little W-2

The day is brightening. In a staff meeting, I consumed one of the world's best blueberry scones, brought into the office by MFHA. I need to go to A Taste of Heaven more often, because even though it's not conveniently located to me, they have, as mentioned, the world's best blueberry scone. I don't even like scones that much, since they're generally too dense and heavy and dry and made improperly, but these are light and tasty and fresh and I could eat three without blinking.

Then after the meeting, I sorted the mail. I was surprised to find a ten-dollar gift certificate from Ringo, my favorite sushi restaurant. Who knew that dropping my business card in the fishbowl would pay off? I'm sensing a sushi dinner in my future with limenal.

Today I'm experiencing post-internet-shopping letdown. All of the items I'm so excited about won't be arriving until sometime next week, and all the enthusiasm and adrenaline can't be sustained until then. It will be easy to resist any urge for immediate gratification purchases since I have little money. I'll just take a nap instead.

Except I'm at work. Damn it.