Now and then, do you wash your hands of me again?

I'm in such a weird mood today, where I'm having strange bouts of jealousy that make no sense. No one is immune. I hear co-workers tell stories or read the newspaper or read my friends page and I keep getting these thoughts of "I wish I could do ______". I think I'm just talking myself down because it's 3 o'clock and I've barely done a damn thing and I was supposed to be all productive today.

At least I'm dressed cute, so I don't have to be jealous of anyone's outfit.

I woke up singing one of my favorite songs in the world, a song I can hear over and over and over again and not get sick of, no matter how cheesy it might sound when I listen to it with others in the room. I hate when that happens. When something you love personally and intimately and you attempt to share it, but in that moment, you're listening to it objectively, as if you're the person hearing it for the first time, and it makes you cringe. You suddenly notice the overproduction or sentimental swell of symphonic strings or the somewhat trite lyrics. So now I keep things to myself. Well, that's not true. I'll play the song or put them on mixes, but I won't share how much I love them, so I don't have to go through the moment of them being ruined. Besides, I don't need other people to love it for me to be happy. I love it on my own.

No more procrastinating -- finish this project than go tell your boss you're starting grad school.

Addendum at 3:45 pm: Task finished. Met with boss. No problem. Filling out time off forms now and investigating hotels and planes and cars. Also, boss/MFHA will now be known as Rockstar Attorney, which is a somewhat interoffice joke, but also all my experiences with her lately have been extremely positive and rejuvenating. I would just call her Rockstar, but grocerygetter would sue me.

Why doesn't my brain store important information?

Me: Damn, I want some cookies like a mofo.

Next-Door Coworker: Oh, I'm sorry. I just ate my last fig newton. I would have given you one.

Me: That's not a cookie. (beat) That's fruit and cake.

Last week I was quoting instant coffee commericals in other people's journals. Sometimes I amaze/scare myself. Though at least I made NDC laugh.