{"id":1831,"date":"2004-02-16T12:58:47","date_gmt":"2004-02-16T12:58:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog2\/?p=1831"},"modified":"2004-02-16T12:58:47","modified_gmt":"2004-02-16T12:58:47","slug":"crabbygirl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/crabbygirl\/","title":{"rendered":"crabbygirl"},"content":{"rendered":"

i don’t particularly want to talk to anyone today. i don’t know why, but the idea of making idle conversation with co-workers i don’t have much in common with other than where we work isn’t interesting to me. i’m not fond of chit-chat. i hate being asked how my weekend was. it’s my weekend away from work, what do these people care? why would i want to share what i do in my personal time with them?
\nmaybe it was getting up at five-fifteen this morning. maybe it was my kitchen lightbulb burning out again<\/a><\/i>, forcing me to make toast in the dark. maybe it was my crappy weigh-in today. maybe it’s the fact i spent way too much grocery shopping yesterday and i have a grand total of $17.34 to last for the next two weeks. maybe it’s the gross-gross assignment i don’t want to do and mid-term dread.
\nthe only real bright spot keeping me from beating myself about the head with a water bottle is that i get to partake of my turkey loaf experiment tonight. i hope it’s as good as i imagine it will be. i need it to be freakishly yummy or i may just spend the rest of the week eating microwave popcorn. not unlike what i did this weekend. if it does delight the tastebuds, i’ll post the recipe for your dining pleasure.
\nmeghan tried to talk me into selling my hockey tickets next week. at first, i was shocked and appalled at the suggestion. sell my tickets? sell MY tickets?! well, it is a detroit game. it’s also pay-per-view. i could easily make a couple hundred bucks, i suspect. i could definitely use a couple hundred bucks right about now. although part of me considers the suggestion on par with blasphemy, the more practical part of me has dollar signs flashing in her eyes. i haven’t decided one way or the other yet, and i may not until we’re standing outside gm place.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

i don’t particularly want to talk to anyone today. i don’t know why, but the idea of making idle conversation with co-workers i don’t have much in common with other than where we work isn’t interesting to me. i’m not fond of chit-chat. i hate being asked how my weekend was. it’s my weekend away …<\/span> Read More →<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1831","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1831","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1831"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1831\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1831"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1831"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1831"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}