"Those are your function buttons!"

[katernater]

Now, I'm a fan of self-management as much as the next fast-tracking career girl. No one can accuse me of not working my "Miss Independent" pink sparkly bumper sticker, if you know what I'm saying. Yesterday morning, I commandeered an empty office so I could make phone calls for a brand assessment without driving the people around me to pencil-through-the-jugular-type insanity with the repetition of questions. I was in there for six hours and, by all accounts, no one came looking for me. I poked my head out a couple of times, just to make sure the Rapture hadn't happened. I could have napped for six hours and no one would have been the wiser. Understandably, when I began my day again today with the same scheduled itinerary of calls and isolation, I seriously considered wearing my fuzzy slippers and a sleep cap (I don't care what you say, Clement C. Moore: why anyone needs headwear to fall asleep is beyond me.)

But yeah: still making those phone calls.

This office is really lonely.

Todd and I are going to Indianapolis to see Martin Sexton in concert this weekend. When I say "in concert", I really mean "at the back of a smoky bar that will hopefully have some seriously 'spensive whiskey in its repertoire." Todd and I are trying -- really trying -- to be frugal between now and July. As such, there will only be one visit to the Cheesecake Factory and absolutely no visits to the Fossil Store, no matter how much I beg and wheedle. Except for when I roundhouse kick him and leap over his body in order to buy this bag.

Last night, I had a dream that Steve Zahn and I got into a fight at a Dairy Queen in Spokane. Which makes sense, you know, because Steve Zahn + Dairy Queen + The Lilac City = My Subconscious, All Over. I can't remember what precipitated the argument, but I do remember Steve talking about his brother's "weird chest deformity: it's like he has two raised sections of skin, with smaller raised sections in the middle." And I remember that dream!me took one look at him and said (in as disgusted and tired a tone as dream!me could manage): "....Like, nipples?"

I can't even begin to guess what that says about me.

Comments

[gleam.livejournal.com]

Your entry here made me smile. <3 Thought you'd like to know that. I'm sure there are plenty of reasons to NOT smile - i.e. having to be frugal, the potential of secondhand smoke inhalation, roundhouse kicking Todd - but at least the new bag would be pretty, right? Yes/No?

That is one very serious dream!

And as for sleep caps...I am at a loss. Really, this time I am at a full, complete loss.

[msconduct.livejournal.com]

(I don't care what you say, Clement C. Moore: why anyone needs headwear to fall asleep is beyond me.)

Actually, it does make a certain adorably quaint kind of sense. Ye Olde Times + no central heating + winter + 50% of body heat escaping via your head = nightcap being passport to dreamland.

[katernater.livejournal.com]

That's fairly practical, now that you mention it.

[msconduct.livejournal.com]

Yet still a fashion mistake.