I’m currently eating Hot Fries, which makes me a happy camper. Mmmm… I love them.

Quote of the day:
“I could sit naked in my cube if I had a door.” – Dave P.

My message light is flashing on my work-phone. I don’t feel like listening to the messages.

Here are the results of the Brand Survey I just took…

Victoria’s Secret
I don’t know!
Pontiac (Crapfire!)
US Airways or Southwest
Kenneth Cole
Search Engine:
TV Channel:
Cell Phone:
Iron City (hehe)
Soft Drink:
Fast Food:
Honey Bunches of Oats

I completely fell in love w/ the picture below. It’s a two-week-old baby panda bear. How adorable!!

So, I’m very tired today. Yawn. I physically exerted myself yesterday, which, because I don’t do it nearly often enough, is tiresome. I could totally fall asleep at my desk right about now. Zzzz…

Yesterday I ran for a mile on the Death Machine (treadmill) and then played football w/ my 4th grader downstairs neighbor for a half hour. Every time I impressed him w/ my incredible athletic prowess (HAHA), he would say something like, “that was a great throw… for a girl!” or “wow, for a girl you can really catch!” LOL. I told him I was waiting for a friend to come over, and when my friend arrived and turned out to be male, suddenly the 4th grader lost interest in me and wanted to instead play w/ him. Sigh. Boys.

Terri Irwin, Steve Irwin’s wife, is going to be on 20/20 tonight and I hope I can stay awake long enough to see the interview. I still can’t believe the Crocodile Hunter died. Time hasn’t lessened the tragedy.

Dave P. and I both like to munch on Goldfish crackers during work hours. Mine have penguins. Dave’s don’t. Mine are cooler.

I want to go home and do some heavy drinking after work. I want to sit on my couch, take a few shots of Jagermeister (it’s the most potent thing I’ve got) and enjoy my drunkenness. But alas, I have company coming over. And I’m sure my buddy wouldn’t be mad if I answered the door drunk. It just wouldn’t be nice. So instead I’ll go running to relieve stress.

I don’t want to get into why I’d rather be drunk and oblivious today as opposed to sober and aware. I’m really going through a rough patch. BLAH!

I don’t have a whole lot to say. Shocking, I know.

I unexpectedly heard from Jeff “The Stud” Kozdra yesterday, which was a nice surprise. He was my bio lab partner at WVU. He had a crush on my roomie (Kristen) and I had a crush on our TA (Q-Ball). And he was one of the key ingredients that made birthday #22 one of my most memorable. Holy crap. That was five years ago!! Yikes.


My weekend was nice – lots and lots of football. The Mountaineers won: yay! The Steelers lost: boo!

I’m working at my first hockey game of the season this week, which, because of the million and one changes, should be interesting to say the least. I’m also getting my broken mirror replaced on my car – stupid Auto Bell (they broke it) – watching the second Star Wars movie… I forget what it’s called, but apparently it’s got the line I’ve been waiting to hear: “Luke, I am your father!” Teehee.

My fortune cookie says: Your fastidious nature will have much more fun this year!

Ummm…. That’s about all. I just don’t feel like writing anymore.

I don’t think I’m going to make it through the day. I woke up this morning and felt like I’d been clobbered in the head… sinuses. Blah. Every year in the spring and fall I deal w/ sinus crap. It usually only lasts for two or three days, but it’s definitely no fun. So I’m sitting at my desk feeling like my head is going to explode and my eyelids weigh 500lbs. Each.

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, was he?