telecommuting bliss

Is it sad that I have more pairs of pajama bottoms than I have regular pants? Or that I chirp with excitement on days I can wear them all day long?

Actually made it to the grocery store for food this time. Bought random assortment of food.

chicken legs (4)
cucumber (1)
cherry tomatoes (1 basket)
97% fat-free kosher hot dogs (1 pkg)
Snackwells fat free mini chocolate chip cookies (1 box)
Iams lamb & rice wet cat food (4 small tins)
frozen broccoli, red peppers and mushrooms mix (1 pkg)
pesto & peas pasta salad (8 oz)
Evian (6-pack)

I'm finding I can't bear to plan meals ahead of like two days lately. Just feeling overly finicky and commitment phobic. No sense in having food rotting in the fridge is there? Oh fuck. Like those poor crimini mushrooms. Dammit. Don't really want to cook anything elaborate, either. I'm all about rolling up a hotdog in a whole wheat tortilla and eating it over the sink. Talking to jeff_nw, he commented on how that's the one thing that changes when you live with someone. You can't admit to eating a can of whipped cream because you were too lazy to go out and buy actual, nutritious food.

Also Willi comes out on Thursday and she's not so much for the home cooked meals. So that should be interesting. From what I recall, she lives entirely on take-out chinese and indian food. I can't believe she'll be here in 3 days. While we never run out of things to talk about, must think of fun things to do with her. Hopefully the weather won't suck and we can play tennis. God, I think it's been a year since I've seen her. Huh.

I have massive guilt every time I buy extortionist-priced Evian. But I love it. I do. I can so taste the difference. I was drinking Dasani for awhile because it's ass-cheap and I got over the slight aftertaste. But I caved today. I'm not proud. But I am only human.

I also used to be all over boneless, skinless chicken breasts. I've never been one for dark meat, which was always the preference of Judy, Ellie and half a dozen other women I aspire to be like. Lately chicken legs are exciting to me. I'm not sure what brought this change about. Maybe I've been drying out the chicken breasts too much?

Cherry tomatoes are forever married in my mind ("but married in my mind's no goooood") to my Senior Prom. I went with my darling friend Jess. As we ate our fine dinner at the Ritz (or wherever the fuck it was held), he gleefully bit down into a cherry tomato and squirted the juice out the side of his mouth and straight down my cleavage. A direct hit.

1. Yay for wearing stain-forgiving black.
2. We nearly laughed ourselves sick.
3. It was even funnier than watching Hans Tung try to score on the beach later.
4. Shit, I wish we hadn't lost touch. Mowr.

aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!

You know it's bad when you start to wonder how many points an assignment is and how much trouble you'll get into for not doing it.

I don't mind doing homework. It's the whole mind-sucking tedium I object to. If I had a concrete example of what we were supposed to turn in, I would be less bitter.

Mowr. I really can't put this off any more since it's due tomorrow night. Waaaah!!

God. I can't wait to work full time again and get paid for my mind-sucking tedium. Bleh.

snerk

You know I really want to avoid something when I'll freaking exercise to distract myself. Just had the most energetic workout of my life. Was downright jubilant to be doing something, anything, other than the accursed Info Plan.

The tragedy is that now the workout is over. I am smelly and sweaty and still have to do the damn Info Plan.

Ooooo just got a message from Matt. He needs help setting up a wireless network. Why YES! As a matter of fact, I'd be delighted to help you!! Or at least kill an hour trying.

Le sigh.

I really should work on the Info Plan, huh?