He said I could never be a dwarfstar because I was too tall and I wasn't famous

I just wanted to add another dream from last night before I forgot: I actually ended up with a profile on NNDB, not a very flattering one, but one nonetheless. In the dream I'd had my first book out and it was being made into a movie.

Under my "Level of fame", the webmaster had written, "Pretty much a nobody, I just heard of her because someone gave me the link to the movie website." Harsh, dude. The site was sadvalentine.com or something like that.

In news about stuff that isn't fake, I'm at work, and bored, and alone, and so on. I was looking around on Classmates and all that boring stuff.

I'm so pissed, I've missed like the last two episodes of "Rescue Me." Thank god for TV Without Pity.

I have something like ten handwritten pages of "Good Girls" stuff that I have yet to type. Odd how I'm now working the opposite of the way I usually do, which is to write very little and do most of it sitting at the keyboard. Bleh.

On a related and undoubtedly unsurprising note to anyone who knows me, and perhaps even to those who don't, I think I'm going to have to move the deadline to August 31. Or 30th? No, there's 31 days in August. Figures that what is usually the most miserable month (weather-wise) is long. I am optimistic about this next August coming up though, seeing as I'll be finishing "Good Girls" (OR ELSE!), and taking a class. Here's to trying to get out of a rut.

There's a party in my mind and I hope it never stops

I had this hella silly dream like right before I woke up. In the dream, my dad drove me to my old psychiatrists office, but it was in this ghetto-looking alley, graffiti everywhere and all that. I go inside and there is a receptionist, so I go up to the desk to tell her I'm there for my eleven o'clock appointment. Before I can talk to her, she gets up and goes into this room in the hallway. The door is open and I see the doctor in there talking to another patient.

Just as the receptionist comes back, this blond girl who has been sitting in one of the chairs in the room comes up and asks me if she can get in line ahead of me. I tell her my appointment is at eleven, which is soon, and she says that hers is too. She asks me again and I tell her that if she wanted to be first, she should have gotten in line sooner. We get into an argument that soon turns into an actual fight, punching, kicking, all that. I grab her by the hair and try to slam her face into the floor.

The fight gets broken up, and I get to have my appointment with the doctor, where I know all she'll want to talk about is the fight. When the blond girl leaves I make a comment to the doc and receptionist that she'll probably try to mess up my car, if she figures out which one it is.

What this mean, I don't know, but it's pretty funny.

I love your love action

I'm bummed that I have nothing to add to the site this week - no recipes (I haven't cooked anything new in hella days), no pix, no writing... oh, well.

Going to work yesterday at six was not fun, but not as bad as it could have been. I have to do the phone screening for a pre-record on Thursday, but after that, they better leave me alone, man. I tried to nap when I got home but was unsuccessful.

LS & MH's party was fun. It was cool to finally meet people I've heard about for straight years. I want the backwards "Fight Club" poster from MH's place super bad. I was going to have a margarita at the Tacqueria (sp?) but instead I had this mango drink that was SO GOOD. All yummy and slushy and cold, which was awesome because it was so hot out. You can laugh at me for being plain and unadventerous, but my quesadilla ruled.

After that was ice cream... yay for cold things. Cake mix ice cream sounded good, but instead I got rainbow sherbet, which I have been craving. I don't know who thought up their portion sizes, but the junior scoop was way too much for me. I'm really not an ice cream person, though.

There was going to be swimming afterwards but JH & NJ & I left... I sure wouldn't have gone swimming (me + my fatness + haven't-shaved-legs-in-three-days = everyone else blind) but it would have been nice to hang out awhile longer. It was cool, though, J&N took me to this bar they go to on occasion and we had a rum and cake. Well, not just one, one each. I had one, anyway, and that was quite enough for me, hee. You'd think it would take more than one drink to get a fat girl unsteady on her feet, but I have enough of an equilibrium issue as it is.

Just kidding, I was fine, we got back to JH's house, I drove home and had 2394083 glasses of water and watched some "Entourage" before going to sleep. I'd hug it out with Jeremy Piven any day.

I was looking through my stats yesterday, and someone found my site for searching for "Darya Folsom pics". Yugh. It's not as if she's a dog or anything, but she's a complete idiot, and always tries to look younger by wearing these little outfits... often argyle, which I have discussed before. If we're talking KRON 4 news anchors, I much prefer Chris Murphy, below:





Even if you're a straight guy, how could you not find this guy more appealing than that argyle-wearing tart Darya Folsom? The only thing that bothers me about Chris Murphy (besides him being married to someone else other than me... but they have a new baby... awwww) is that his hair is always too perfect. See also the adorable San Francisco mayor Gavin Newsom, below:





I could turn this into an entire blog of hot guys (wait, why haven't I?), but I think I should probably go shower instead.

I see them every night in tight blue jeans

OMG, why am I not in the middle of this picture? And with them sitting much closer?





Maybe I should go see "Fantastic Four" after all. Thanks to Ioan Online for the pic.

I did go see "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" today, though. Yay for sneaking out of work at ten A.M. I've been comparing it (the movie, not work) to the old-school "Willy Wonka" and haven't decided which one I prefer. I enjoyed myself greatly, though, even with the people who brought babies to the theater. Do they really think the infant is going to understand or enjoy it? The only thing it'd probably do is give them messed-up flashbacks later on, ha.

So tomorrow I have to go in at six and phone screen... whine... I was considering "accidentally" sleeping through but decided, hell, why not go. At least it will get the inevitable "training" out of the way. All I know is DD better not get "sick" or need to take a day off anytime soon. Why? Cause I miss sleep. Really, really, miss it.

I think I had a sex, er, sexy dream last night, but now I can't remember it. Stupid waking-up-ness.

Now I'm on Zoloft because you told me I was crazy

I'm feeling too "argh" to really blog, so a quick list will have to suffice.

YAY:
- Lunch w/LS, MH, and SJ... who is just as silly as ever
- Naughty conversation about Christian Bale action figure
- Raise (75 cents per hour)
- Everyone likes my new haircut
- My DHC makeup coming tomorrow
- Italian food all day (fettucine alfredo for lunch, lasagna for dinner)
- I'm so going to have a DRINK tonight

BOO:
- Going back to work after lunch. Baaaaaaaad idea
- Going to work at all... this bites
- 100 degree weather (I think it was 100, felt like it anyway, though you know my tendency to exaggerate)
- Tomorrow is only Thursday
- Forgetting to tape "Rescue Me" last night

The good outweighs the bad, that's always bitchin. And as an amusing side note that is neither, the chick who was our waitress at lunch is this girl I hated (or at least envied) in high school because she dated this guy I thought I was in love with before I liked him. I'm a dork.

Hey, one more thing for the Boos: I gotta go do the dishes.

You better write quick cause your paper's on fire

I am at work alone for the moment, and not creeped out like the other day. I actually like being alone right now. Yeah, don't come in, don't give me stuff to do, and so forth.

Today is supposed to be the hottest day of the year so far. Boo. It already felt like it when I came in to work, and that was at eight. Maybe those Alaskans are smarter than everyone, after all. And I was complaining all winter about how cold it was... come back!

Zero to bloggie. I was dreaming something hella deep right before I woke up, but it was gone before I rolled over and looked at the clock. One minute before my alarm is set to go off... grr. It sucks, everyone else was still asleep when I left the house.

I jetted out of here hella early yesterday, supposedly due entirely to cramps, really due to 1/3 cramps, 1/3 boredom, and 1/3 homicidal tendencies (though, now that I think about it, they all kinda go together).

LS and her boy are supposed to have a party this weekend, that'll be fun. I had a weird dream about it Sunday night, where I went and LS was mad because in the dream, she'd had two previous parties that I didn't attend, and had lied about why I didn't go. She found out about it (by reading my blog, no less) and was telling absolutely everyone at the party about it. I said something like, "Wow, way to make me feel uncomfortable," and she's all, "Yeah, I know." It was kind of funny.

My arms are all sticking to the desk! Ugh...

I got my sample of Dove deodorant in the mail yesterday, and I'm trying it today. I really hope it works because today is going to be yucky, and I don't want to be yucky with it. I figure if it passes muster today I may switch over... I've used Secret for super years, but lately it hasn't been working as well. Also I'm having a progressively harder time finding my scent, Optimism. I was in Longs on Sunday morning and bought Ambition, which I like the smell of better, but when I used it before it always stayed in my clothes. And when I used Febreze to get it out, the Febreze stayed in my clothes. Isn't there anything that can clean your clothes totally and not leave its own scent?

Hey, I should have titled this post "Most boring entry ever." As if people care about my deodorant or Febreze or whatnot.

I made chocolate chip pan cookies last night... so good! I brought one with me to have at lunch, if I can resist eating it before then (I'm staring at it right now).

Despite leaving early yesterday, my drive home was long due to an accident. I didn't see it, but I saw one of the cars being taken away. It was some big, white Chevy SUV, and the hood was bent up hella bad. It was almost exactly in the shape of an L. There were, for whatever reason, an usually high number of cops around... At least four or five cars, and I swear at least 10 - 12 actual policemen, though I had the feeling some of them were students or in training or whatever, maybe just because they were all really young-looking. How cute.

In my job search, I always see interesting looking ones for which I am grossly underqualified. Like counselors, social workers, etc. I don't think I could do that kind of thing, though, because I'd get completely bummed at the people I wasn't able to help. I remember when I was in the 9th grade, our science teacher had these two women from BWA (Battered Womens Alternatives - now called STAND, as in STAND Against Domestic Violence) come and talk to us about signs of abuse, prevention, and all that. God, I thought those women were fucking heroes. Still do.

You know what I'd love to be? An advice columnist. People write in, you reply. I'd be the coolest one ever, or at least second to Carolyn Hax, who gives it to readers real good when they write in with dumb-obvious stuff. I wouldn't want to do just love/relationship advice (not as if I'm qualified for that, now that I think about it). I think I'd do a good job, better than some of the irritating hacks who appear in the Contra Costa Times. Such as:

- The one tries-to-be-clever chick who says men and women are COMPLETELY different (come on, completely?)

- The old guy who thinks psychiatry is evil and has led to children ruling over their parents (who is this guy, Tom Cruise?)

- Miss Manners. Fuck etiquette.

- The boring ethics guy. Good intentions, but he puts me to sleep.

- The wife and ex-wife of whatever guy, who talk about family problems, and instead of calling people a "step sister", for instance, they call them a "bonus" sister. WTF?

- The Latino trio who are actually pretty cool, but obnoxiously use Spanish phrases that I, even as a Hernandez, can't figure out. Qu'est-ce que c'est? I guess maybe French was not as useful as I had predicted.

I started a fire this morning I should really keep an eye on

So we went to see fireworks last night. They were pretty neat. I was so excited to see one that went into a star shape. It was kind of hard when I went to fall asleep though, because I kept seeing fireworks. I'm a nerd.

I got my haircut yesterday... I love it more each time I see it. I was nervous but figured, what the hell, if it looks bad it'll grow back... slowly, but it'll grow. I like it lots, though. Yay for my genius of a hairdresser.

I had to stop in at Longs this morning, and looked around for a birthday present for my sis... nothing. Not like I figured I'd have much of a selection in a drugstore. Now I'm just thinking I'll get her a gift certificate to somewhere, so she wouldn't have to return stuff if I ended up picking something stupid (likely).

Damn, I really don't have much to blog (I first typed that as "blug"). I'm not ready for it to be Monday tomorrow. Work, blah. Now, will any of you be surprised to know I still haven't typed up my new "Good Girls" pages? I didn't think so. And I just realized today that I only have three more weeks before my deadline. I really don't want to extend it through to August, but I don't want to "rush it" (as if).

I know I should also update my NaNoWriMo blog, but it's hard to write about something you're not allowed to write yet. That's logical enough, I guess.

I have never inserted a picture into a blog before, so we'll see if this works. This is the shirt I returned for at Fashion Bug, but mine is green. Thanks to the FB site for the pic.





I guess I should be productive and do some more laundry before diving mouthfirst into leftover Chinese food from last night. Whee.

Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens

I really don't appreciate it being hella hot in my room. Yugh.

I also don't appreciate having spent like $80 at Fashion Bug in the last week and having only bought three shirts. I realize I'm fat and all, but is fabric really that expensive? But yeah, I went back today after work and got the green shirt I had to pass on earlier this week. It's even cuter than I remember.

I didn't work that late at all today - just until one - but it felt late. This chick who used to work there (and still does some stuff on occasion, generally travel stuff for J&M) came by and taught me how to fill out AFTRA forms, which is easy but irritating. It seems to involve writing in the same thing over and over (and then over again). I finally got a grip on it but of course as soon as I did, the printers stopped working. I would really have liked to have my inbox empty when I go in on Monday, but that is apparently never to be.

I'm so not looking forward to next weekend, when I agreed to go in Saturday morning, at SIX A.M., to do some live OTH phone screening. But JC & TH & DD all want me to learn, for various reasons of their own. TH so he won't have to ever fill in, and JC said something the other day about how I should learn in case DD ever can't come in, or that she "wants to take a day off."

Okay, what? It's her job. She agreed to do it. Did I ask her to take on this job when she's already employed somewhere else? Yeah, hers was the one I originally went for at this company, but now that I see what has to get done, I'm sure glad it's not mine. There are already a lot of things I do there that I don't like doing. I'm considering going in and saying, "I don't want to do phone screening." Worst thing that could happen is that I get fired, right? But I'd really like to have another thing lined up before that. Fucking job market. I'm so not cut out for this whole capitalism thing.

We have orange sherbet, and I'm definitely going to make the yum drink with that and orange Barcardi tonight. Drool. Let's hope I'm not too hung over tomorrow (as if) when I go to get my haircut. Why did I have to make it for like ten in the morning? Oh well, I can still sleep in a little bit. Though I might leave earlier than I need to to go to this awesome scrapbooking store in that area. I don't do actual scrapbooking, but their stickers and cute things are good for collages. And maybe I can find something good for my sisters b-day present there... I went looking for something I had thought of today, but the store was all out, and I don't like going back to places when I couldn't get what I wanted the first time.

How pathetic is it that last night I dreamed about blogging? Better than dreaming about work, which I did all Wednesday night. Hey, isn't it bad enough that I have to be there in real life?

I want a camera super bad. I don't think I even have my dinky 110 anymore... such good memories with that camera, most notably taking pictures of The Smashing Pumpkins with it. "A little snappy camera," James Iha said, or something like that. What a cute little man. Wait, why don't I have those pictures up here? I used to, on one site or another... note to self: Scan those. But yeah, cameras good. Me pictures like.

I heard that the mega-million, multi-state lottery is as gone from California as quickly as it arrived, which is too bad. I could have used mega millions. Hey, who am I kidding, I'd settle for fifty bucks if that was what I one.

Another thing I want in my unofficial, non-reality-show-sponsored makeover of me (whatever that means) is to get my ears pierced. I had them done when I was nine or ten, but they kept falling out, and both closed up in like one day. For super years I thought it too much of a hassle to get re-done, but lately I've bee noticing earrings and how cute some of them are. And my ears are one of the few parts of me that I don't mind calling attention to. Now, if only I could get something done about the rest of my head.

Ooh, one last blip! I was checking out my stats, and someone found it by searching for a William Petersen blog. You mean "Gil Grissom" William Petersen? If he had a blog, I'd so be there. What a cute little man (why do I keep saying that?)

No title, I'm too creeped out

Right now I am alone in my particular office, possibly in the whole building. I don't really care for that, especially not after the dream I had last night. I don't really want to type it again so if you want to know you'll have to go read it in the Dreams section.

Figures the same day I get linked by a badass blog is one of the same days my site is randomly down. There are days I can not win, and yesterday was one of them. Figures. Dumbass Wednesdays.

I had to put in a full day at work, with both bosses giving me lots of stuff to do. Some of this pressure was relieved at the random blackouts we had in the afternoon. Jeez, we narrowly avoid a BART strike, but have to do without the air conditioner... ew. Actually, it wasn't out that long, and it was still dark and cool downstairs cause of the whole "no windows" thing that I usually object to. That'll show me.

I had a bunch of stuff to do in this morning - not hard stuff, just tedious and boring. Bleh. And then I had to stop by the post office to send something by Global Express Mail. The guy behind the counter was so awesome; he took one look at my stuff and said, very seriously, "I hate Global Express Mail." Me too.

Yay, no longer alone! Boo, gotta work.

I'll give you this... you play it safe

I'm so annoyed about being poor right now. Okay, I'm not poor, it's about the biggest exaggeration ever. But I make pretty bad money at my job and I can't buy a lot of things I want, not to mention stuff I vaguely need. I went by Fashion Bug after work today and wouldn't you believe it - the one I day that I go in and they actually have cute stuff, what I don't have is enough money.

There were a minimum of three shirts I really wanted, but because of dollar issues I could only get two. One is a light blue polo with stripes - just a nice one for work, basically. The other, I bought and plan to wear in honor of Darya Folsom, the ditziest anchor on the KRON 4 morning news. I think I blogged last time about my love for argyle; well, I found a short-sleeved, pink argyle sweater thing. I thought I was going to die of happiness. The shirt I ended up not getting was pretty, too, though (and certainly more practical for summer), green and with pretty but subtle stuff around the neckline.

So, the BART strike is supposed to start tomorrow morning. I'm not going to try to leave earlier or anything, what's the point? Even if I left at a time late enough to avoid all the crap, I'd have to leave at the end of the day for the evening commute. I figure if I'm going to have at least one shitty drive, I'd rather have it early in the day and be done with it.

I'm pretty sick of work right now. In about another week, I'll have been there three months, which is two or three weeks longer than I lasted at my previous job at the stupid school. Last time all my dissatisfaction was boss-related and having to do with other dumb stuff going on. At current place, it's the money and the boringness.

On Sunday night, I saw this really neat episode of "Cops" where they set up these stings to catch people who were stealing stuff from trucks (VCR's, etc). It just made me realize even more so that I want to do something that matters. No offense to JC & MC - what they do is cool, and it helps (or at least entertains) people, but in the long run, what does it really amount to?

I hate when I get all philosophical and shit. God, it's not like my writing helps people (or would if anyone read it, which would of course entail my finishing it), but I figure if I can't do something that helps people, I at least want to do something that makes me happy. And believe me, answering phones and calling people on the phone does not make me happy.

And so I'm looking around for another job, but the only ones I'm qualified for involve the same asinine projects I do now. Gah. Maybe I should have put my brain to use after all, and gone to a "real" college and... yeah, right. I'd probably be dead. Or hey, maybe it would have been good for me.

Jesus, this is turning into a train wreck of an entry. A whining, self-serving train wreck. I blame it on the influence of last night's "Six Feet Under." And I always told myself I wouldn't be one of those bloggers, sniveling about every little thing. I'd try to liven it up with a recap of my last sex dream, but unfortunately I almost never have them.

Yesterday was pretty cool. In between cleaning places I watched the "Twilight Zone" marathon (the badass original one) on SciFi. They showed the one with the creepy boy who everyone had to have happy thoughts around... the one referenced later in one of the best "Simpsons" Halloween stories ever. God, that little boy was a total freak... the part where he turned the man into the jack-in-the-box was disturbing (in current parlance, fucked up!).

Yeah, TZ is cool, but I really think I prefer "Night Gallery"... and probably just because it's in color.

On that note, I'm going to go put my colored shirts into the dryer... I don't trust myself to blog when they're in there, cause I'll forget, and they'll shrink, and my buying-expensiveish-clothes will have been for naught.

There's no telling what we'll do when we're free

American Civil Liberties Union

Happy Fourth!

Can't get enough into obsessive you

I so love Home Star Runner and the Teen Girl Squad. The crazy drivers ed girl in issue #9 is me, seriously, even down to the hair.

I'm blogging right for reason #41, procrastination. Cause I've got to clean my bathroom, do laundry, and dust, and etc. Oh, and make cookies. One of my uncles b-day's is this week and he loves my peanut butter cookies, so I'm going to make peanut butter cookies. But I have to wait for my mom to go buy Crisco. Hey, I never said they were healthy.

Damn, the air conditioner just came on. Now I have to go close windows... either that or turn the air off.

Yesterday, USA showed the first season of "The 4400" so I got caught up. God, Patrick Flueger is so cute, and Billy Campbell is so weird. My mom likes him. We have this like ongoing conversation about why x-guy one of us likes is cute, and the x-guy the other one likes is weird.

GUYS I LIKE THAT SHE THINKS ARE WEIRD
Vincent D'Onofrio ("Law & Order Criminal Intent")
Dean Winters (If you don't know, you have obviously never read my blog before)
Michael Ian Black (uhh, hottest comedian ever)

GUYS SHE LIKES THAT I THINK ARE WEIRD
Billy Campbell ("The 4400" and he was on this last season of "The OC")
Freddy Rodriguez ("Six Feet Under"... he's not that bad, but, so SHORT and looks 12)
Rick Schroeder (Also short and 12-year-old looking)

I'm having an irksome problem right now in not being able to get all of my MP3's onto my computer. I have 7 or 8 discs I burned before the first big crash, and another I made before moving to this computer. The stuff on the newest one, I transferred over without any problems. The others refuse to be read on my regular CD/DVD drive... just spin around and around. Irritating. I can sometimes read and copy from them on my CD-R drive, but only for a few minutes before the computer inevitably yells at me. So, I may have to end up letting my dad copy those onto new CD-R's and then seeing if those work. I hate wasting stuff/time (wait, did I just really say that?)

There haven't been too many firecrackers yet, but T-Bone has been clearly not pleased with the ones he heard. Last night he almost jumped into the hot tub with my parents because he was scared, so I had to bring him into my room. Pepé was being mean and wouldn't let him settle down. Finally T-Bone did the brave thing (not) and hid under my bed... poor thing. If only there was a way to explain to dogs that it's a temporary annoyance. I don't mind firecrackers, myself, unless it's like one in the morning and some dumbass on your street is still exploding stuff.

Tell all your friends they can go my way

Right now, I am torn between either taking a shower right now (it's nearly 8), or waiting until 10 so I can watch "Halloween" on the Sci-Fi channel. It's not as if we don't have that movie on tape and/or DVD around here, but for some reason I have the urge to watch it at this very moment. Some would argue that I could take a very fast shower before then, but it's not to be. None of my showers are short. Getting clean rules. Plus, I just bought one of those Venus "Vibrance" razors that I can't wait to shave my legs with, and that's not something you want to rush through.

Yesterday after work (which ended stupidly because I couldn't get the computer/printer to work right so I could finish up a project), I went by the bank (yay deposits!), and then to Mervyn's. I don't know what their problem is, but right now all their fat-girl clothes suck. Actually, they had some really cute t-shirts, but I was looking for nice work things, of which there was a definite shortage. Argh.

Annoyed, I went over to Target and was very, very naughty. Purchases:

- Two "Rock Star" pillows, at $1 each. They're cute... one is black with magenta fringe, and the other is magenta with a black fringe. This just speaks to what a terrible impusle shopper I am, but I didn't even notice that they were that-way colored until I brought them home and looked at them. In my haste to move through the $1 aisles, I thought they were both black with magenta. Whoops. Pepé has already repeatedly challenged the b w/m.f. pillow to duels.

- A cute purse... dark silver that says "Spoiled", with a heart as the dot over the i. Too cute. Good thing they no longer have the "That's hot" purse or I'd look like the biggest idiot of all time... more so.

- Like, four pairs of these really soft, pretty argyle socks. I love argyle, in the fetish way.

- Something else for LS's b-day. God I can't wait to give her her stuff.

- The above-mentioned Venus "Vibrance", some conditioner, my Physicians Formula powder, and Abreva. You know, for the thing on my face. I would actually have not even blogged about buying that, but I thought I should because I think it's funny that when the cashier put it over the scanner, she actually checked out my face, I guess looking for proof that it was for me. I'd hate to see what she does when someone buys like condoms or something.

Okay, so I guess I am going to watch "Halloween." I really love this movie... so simple. They don't go into dumb, over-explained crap about why this little boy kills his sister, and then more people later, it just kind of happens. I always wished I could write something that wasn't complicated, but my imagination gets a little crazy sometimes. That's okay too.

New "Degrassi" started yesterday. I so love that show... I just knew they were going to give Emma an STD. Like in that one awesome Lifetime movie where she got syphilis... hee. Oh, but anyway: I almost fell off my bed when The N left in the word "blowjob." I can't remember the last time I heard that word on an American series, one about and geared towards teens, anyway. Canadians so rule.

I hurt my thumb somehow yesterday, doing who knows what. All I know is that it hurt really bad in the Jeep when I had to switch from "Park" into "Drive." Ouch. Right before I went to bed I had ice on it for awhile, and made sure not to sleep on it, and it feels pretty good. Whoo hoo.

Thursday afternoon, a fair section of my commute home was complicated by a stretch of stoplights being out. Not blinking red; completely out. For the most part, people behaved themselves, which is good. Eventually, a cutie motorcycle cop came out and started directing traffic.

Maybe I'm too idealistic (or dorky), but I was hoping for some camaraderie between myself and fellow commuters. You know, rolling down of windows: "Hey, do you know what's going on up there?" "No, do you?" And then a big truck would come along, and the guy driving it would know what's up by talking to someone on his CB. Alas, this was not to be: We went along in silence, windows rolled up (or at least I did, because it was hot and I wanted the air conditioner), proceeding either nervously (me) or crazily through intersections. Wah.

Anyway, it was pretty irritating, and I'm hoping not a preview of what might happen next week if there's a BART strike. It wouldn't be disastrous for me, seeing as I don't take the freeway, but you'd still have to expect a certain amount of spillover. I wouldn't blame em for striking, I'd do it too. You can't ask someone to start suddenly paying at least three times as much on healthcare each month, and ask them to go without even cost-of-living wage increases for years on end.

On that note, I think I will go shower. The first twenty minutes of the movie are the scariest (which is of course not to dissuade you from watching the rest).

I may be dumb, but I'm not a dweeb

I have that song in my head. Good old Offspring. Or is it The Offspring? "Good old The Offspring" does not sound as good.

Anyway:

My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to blog at work without being discovered by:

- Semi-boss in left cubicle
- Nosy guy in right cubicle
- Mega-boss in other office
- Nosy chick in other other office

I figure if nosy guy can spend various parts of the day talking with his girlfriend, Blue Cross, Wells Fargo, or this random guy who lives in Colorado, I can blog. So there.

Of course, it is a half day, and I could (if not should) wait till later, but that would mean I'd have to, you know, do work. Ew. I am muchly grateful for the three day weekend, I must say.

Truth be told, if given the choice, I wouldn't have come in today at all; not because the generality of work sucking, but I have a cold sore. A big one. Nothing yesterday until late in the evening, and I'm all, "My lip just doesn't feel right." Attempted preventive measures failed, and ta-da, big embarrassing thing on face.

It would be a lot less embarrassing if medical experts would kindly change the name of this ugly phenomenon into something that did not involve the word herpes. Then, when people saw your face, they wouldn't be reminded of the under-the-underpants herpes, which I can only imagine is even more embarrassing to have. Though, that chick in the Valtrex commercial seems fairly cheerful about it.

Okay, this mission is becoming way too dangerous with people walking around and such, so I'll finish later... after getting out here I have to go to the bank, and to Target and Mervyn's. All with a thing on my face. I must have done something really irritating in the last life.