my boss emailed me asking about how and where i hurt myself. it looks as if it’s going to become this whole workplace accident/incident bother. dammit. i don’t like ruffling feathers. i just want to go back to work, grumble about my pain and get on with my job.
in other news, i got an email from a local woman who wants to interview me for a magazine article she’s writing on online journalling. me! i’m all a-twitter about possibly being an interviewee. which reminds me, i should reply before i forget and she thinks i’ve gone all a-list and don’t appreciate her interest.

i just realized that my percolator sounds like the bad guys in quake. *rumble*grunt*rumble*

i’m at home, all hopped up on muscle relaxants. i may try to go shopping later if the snow melts enough. wow, it sounds like someone’s mowing their lawn. that can’t be. all the lawns are under eight inches of snow. or maybe it’s just the muscle relaxants. *yawn* i woke up with a really sore throat. maybe meghan gave me her germs. no, i think i just snored too much. i didn’t even fold out the futon last night. i slept with it in it’s upright configuration. i thought it might be force me to sleep in a fetal position rather than sprawled on my stomach, which is my modus operandi. it worked. i’m sure my back is much better than it probably would have been. boy this is a really rambly paragraph. oh well, sucks to have to read it then, huh? okay, tummy is grumbling. i need to find something to eat. food…

i can’t believe it, but my friend rick is selling his baby. no, not that baby. his first child, his bmw z3. i thought there might be a chance that someone who reads this might be interested in buying it in a vain attempt to keep it in the “family”. i’d buy it if he’d sell it to me for canadian funds, but i don’t think that’s going to happen.
damn, i’m never going to get to ride in it! i think i’m going to cry.

i almost made it to work. i was no more than thirty metres away when it happened. i should have known better than to try to divide my concentration like that. talking and walking. nope, not going to try that again.
i landed square on my ass, which is the good part. it’s nicely padded for just such occasions. better cushion and all that, you know. the bad part is i severely aggrevated my pre-existing back pain and now i can barely sit, stand or walk. and, for some unknown reason, my calf muscle started cramping up on the walk in.
anyway, marie was good enough to give me a couple muscle relaxants and i think i’m going to go home after i finish payroll and report my little spill to first aid. i wish it wasn’t so fucking slick out. i’d like to try to get to either the pharmacy or the doctor; but i can barely walk and it’s too gross to drive so i’ll be stuck drugless and in pain.
all this on top of a five a.m. wake up… i need a hug. ouch. *whimper*

have you ever noticed that “humid” sounds a lot like “human” only with a stuffy nose? makes me think a little differently about the phrase “boy, it’s humid out there”.

someone up there decided it would be a fun joke to dump a foot of marshmallow topping all over the city.
well, okay. it’s snow, but it looks like marshmallow topping. i can’t believe there’s a foot of snow outside. i can’t believe that it’s going to all freeze up overnight and i’m going to have to take the bus to work because i’m not risking my neck for my paycheque. i can’t believe that i can’t even take the day off work because if i don’t i’ll have five hundred angry coworkers without paycheques this friday. i can’t believe i can’t believe all of this. it’s only snow.
what did i just say? this is vancouver. it’s never only snow. it’s a fluffy, white apocalypse unleashed upon the unwitting citizens of our fair and ever green city.
i wish i had a sled.

it’s 2:23 pm on saturday. i just got home from friday night cards.

this is my first friday five:
1. What cologne or perfume do you wear?
    ralph lauren sport for women;.
2. What cologne or perfume do you like best on the opposite sex?
    obsession for men by calvin klein.
3. What one smell can you not stomach?
    kraft dinner/any macaroni & cheese concoction.
4. What smell do you like that others might consider weird?
    gasoline.
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend?
    cards tonight, chinese tomorrow, laundry sunday.

this is my first attempt at using the bookmarklet feature of greymatter. yeah, i know. you’d think i’d have started using this earlier, especially from work. this way i don’t have to keep the path to my gm login in my browser history. i’m just so stealthy (except when i’m wearing my red, racing-striped, swishy jacket, right iain?).
ooh, pretty sunrise.
i’m really, really hoping it doesn’t snow tonight. i don’t think i can handle another weekend without cards. *twitch*
speaking of cards, i got a weird phone call from meghan the other night. she called around six-ish and we talked a little bit and then she was talking to dean. “dean. you want to talk to hessie? here she is.” and she handed me over to him. he proceeded to ask me if i wanted to go for chinese food with m&m, dennis & joanie and him on saturday. then we hung up and i was left feeling perplexed, like i’d missed some vital plot device. i spent a good while wondering if meg phoned specifically for dean to ask me because he didn’t have my number or why dean asked me instead of meg or why… blast it. i’m so not going to start driving myself nuts about this again.
it was weird. let’s leave it at that.
again, i fell asleep after dinner and slept the whole night through. i truly meant to read until temptation island 2 came on at nine, but i just couldn’t stay awake. i should know better than to lie down to read. the dreams were wild! then i woke at 3am, wide awake after eight hours of sleep. i actually considered getting up and starting my day, but i didn’t want to be a zombie if we’re playing tonight. three am. i’m such a freak.

right now, i have four email conversations going on at once. with the same person.
i love the internet.

it’s not snowing. that in and of itself makes today a good day.
i’m going out for thai food at lunch. this makes the day brighter.
anthony was in for his interview this morning. this made my heart rate shoot up 35%.
it’s so weird. i *knew* he would be here today. i was getting ready this morning and i had anthony on the brain which was strange because i hadn’t thought about him in a couple of weeks. at all. then this morning i was all like “i should wear a good shirt in case anthony comes in today” and “i’ll put on a little extra eyeshadow in case i see anthony” and “i hope anthony isn’t allergic to perfume *squirt squirt*”.
okay, that sounds really bad.
i’m not even going to try to explain that it’s not as bad as it sounds because, well, i can’t. they weren’t conscious thoughts, but i was aware of a subconscious desire to make myself extra presentable just in case he was coming in today. and he did. i think we’re fated. psychically linked. destined to be together, whether as friends or something else. either that or i’m just a little more prescient that normal today and i should stop thinking about him in his white t-shirt and dress pants and his good-smelling cologne and his new haircut and his soft hands and gentle handshake.
i need help.

it’s completely typical that i notice i’m having a really good hair day just as i’m about to go home.

i just spent the last, um, two hours looking into getting a new cpu for my computer. first i looked on ebay, then i looked up the specs for my motherboard, then i looked up prices for a new motherboard, then i looked up specs for my video card, blah blah blah. the web is such a time waster.
if you have a pentium III 550 mhz slot 1 processor with a heatsink & fan you don’t use anymore, let me know and i’ll make you an offer.
on top of that, it’s only ten-ish and i’m bloody starving! i’m having another cup of coffee in hopes it will stave off my hungry tummy until at least eleven. then i can nuke my rice-a-roni and read my book. that’s the best part about lunch. i get to read my book.

yesterday, i arrived home safely thanks to my wonderful daddy, ate dinner, watched a buffy rerun (hey, i need to see the episode where she died — i only started watching this season), went grocery shopping, read my book, fell asleep while reading my book while waiting to watch 24, woke up at eight-thirty, turned off all the lights, got undressed and went back to bed for the night.
it’s a good thing i went to sleep so early so i could beat the snow to work this morning to both ensure i made it safely and to make up for the half hour i was late yesterday. *yawn* that doesn’t mean i’m still not a little sleepy, though.

my daddy is in the building for meetings this afternoon, so he’s going to drive me home tonight! wahoo!

it’s all about the munchies today:
canadian snack food
of course, smarties are my favourite; but, it’s hard to imagine a world without coffee crisps. i should also note that they forgot the other unique (at least according to the americans i know who’ve fallen in love with it after a visit) chip flavour: all-dressed. it tastes just like it’s name; a mix of salt & vinegar, barbeque and sour cream & onion rolled into one. it’s good. no, really! [thanks iain]

it’s snowing today. well, this morning, which is as much of today as i’ve seen so far, so it’s snowing today. it took me two hours to get to work via public transit. i waited at my bus stop for forty minutes, watching three busses go up the hill and waiting for them to do a u-turn and come down the hill so i could get on. unfortunately, of the three, only the last one actually made it back down the hill. lucky for me, it was the one of the three i wanted to be on.
i got to stadium and julie & bev were outside having a smoke so i stopped to chat. i was already late so it didn’t matter much if i wasted another couple of minutes. i almost missed my stop at edmonds because i was so busy reading my book. that’s the best part about taking transit: reading while commuting.
i ran into ramon at the crosswalk, so we walked in together. he’s a nice man. thick accent. half the time i don’t know what the hell he’s saying. but, he’s a nice man. i didn’t even slip! i was sure i’d probably spend some time falling on my ass on the way down the hill.
disjointed. sorry.
i did a new exercise on the weight machine yesterday. it’s a reverse fly which is supposed to work your rear deltoids (shoulders) and back. holy fuck. my upper back, shoulders and neck are so bloody sore today. but sore in the good way. in the way that feels like you accomplished something. not the way my lower back is *still* sore or my right calf is aching because of a possible potassium deficiency.
i’m going to keep working on my piles of work crap while periodically looking out my window at the snow which won’t stop falling. my non-work-related task for the day is to find beauty in the winter landscape outside instead of dreading the bus-ride home (besides, i’m hoping my dad will come and get me if i ask him really nice). it’s good playing in snow. sticky. if i had better gloves, i’d make a snowman at lunch.

i don’t think i’ve yet mentioned how god-awfully slow this day is going. it’s barely two o’clock yet it feels more like six. in the grand scheme, it’s a good thing as i’ll probably be able to get through at least one pile of work before four.

i just realized that if i were to move back in with my father, i could be debt free in less than a year. now i’ll torture myself for the next couple of weeks with that scenario…