Okay, so apparently I've lied here in my blog again, this time about two things:

1. My quitting caffeinated drinks lasted all of two days. That's about two days longer than I expected it to last. In fact, I'm right now pondering driving at an alarmingly high speed down to the nearest Starbucks to try a honey latte... whatever that is.

2. I brought some work home with me - but only two hours worth, I swear! Hey, it was either that or staying late on Friday.

Other blah blah:

I've been dreaming more at night, but not remembering much because I neglect to write it down. I know I had one where about half of my tattoo had been smeared off, and I was really pissed. I was glad to wake up and find it still there.

Really - it strikes me at the weirdest times that this thing will be on my skin forever. I'm not at all sorry I got it done, but it's as if I can't really believe that I did it. I want it to hurry up and heal so I can show it off. Though I'm now kind of addicted to the scent of H2Ocean foam.

I keep seeing commercials for Edible Arrangements, and am impatiently waiting for a reason to send one to somebody.

I've got music in my car again! That improves the beginning of workdays by about a million. If only gas prices would cooperate, I might actually enjoy my commute.

While getting groceries the other night, I found a travel-sized version of a game that we had as kids. I don't remember whether it belonged to my siblings and I or whether it was one of the million games kept and my grandparents' house for all the kids, but I always found it amusing.





Just to be dumb and nostalgic, I bought the travel-sized one, but it's kind of... well... crappy. You have to wind it up for about ten years for it to run for 30 seconds, and it starts off at a crazy-ass speed before slowing down to not-quite-moving. I suppose that might be why it was in the 50% off bargain bin (love that bin!)

Yesterday I went out to run some errands, and because I wanted a loose shirt that wouldn't rub my arm, wore an old pink one that used to be a "regular" shirt but was recently demoted to a "night" shirt. It doesn't really look sloppy (...much) but I just felt like everyone knew I was wearing something that are supposed to be pajamas. I've never been a pajamas in public person. I can never decide whether I hate or admire the people who do it, but I definitely draw the line at slippers. Yuck.

One of the places I went: Mervyn's, where I actually found some clothes for once! I guess they're finally getting their shit back together after months of terrible (and terribly unorganized) merchandise. I had this little "20% off 20 items" card and used it to get some shirts, underwear (yay pretty colors!) and a ring. It's sterling silver with a small, purplish-black, diamond-shaped stone. It's purdy.

Every time I blog lately, I feel as if I ought to apologize for it not being that interesting. But that'd be like apologizing for my life, which I don't think is necessary. Explanations, maybe, but apologies? Nah. Yet.