i love my name. i love all three of my names, actually. i love the way they look and sound together. sorry, just a random thought i had as i saw the nameplate on my desk as i walked back with my coffee.
i’m really sleepy today. i’ve been yawning so hard it looks like i’m crying.
my friends stood me up this weekend. there were no cards and no sushi. oddly, i’m not that upset about it. curious, yes. upset, no.
garage sales are interesting, scary and fascinating all rolled up in one. i’m amazed what people will put out for sale. i’m even more amazed at what people will buy. it’s a great way to exercise my voyeuristic inclinations, constructing whole lives for these people in my imagination just by looking at the stuff they’ve accumulated. i wonder what people would think of me based solely on my belongings.
dad asked me if i’d like tickets to cats for my birthday. i don’t think i do. if it was phantom or les mis or even rent i’d have immediately said yes. i just never really wanted to see cats that badly. singing cats who go to heaven… yeah, okay, whatever.
I saw Cats here in Worcester- talk about a double whammy of suckiness. ;-)
(And thanks, Col, ’cause I was about to resubmit when I got the error, but I’m good at learning from other’s repeated mistakes ;))