oh I believe in yesterday

Yesterday was fabulous. It had started out rather unpromising. I'd had a bad headache and not enough sleep. I mean, as a work day it was pretty normal. But I got to have lunch with Ellie. Which, can I say...it's so silly, but I was seized with this weird 'noooooooooo' feeling because yes, it meant I would not be having lunch with Jeff. But I was very, very excited to see Ellie, especially since I haven't seen her in a month almost.

While waiting for her outside her office, I got a call from the delectable dtaylor. And once I realized who it was, I went completely shrill with excitement, but then had to get off the phone because I was double-parked and Ellen had just leaped into my car. We drove to a Persian place near Safeco Stadium and the chicken kebabs were particularly good.

Something bad had happened on 99, so traffic had spilled over onto the streets and there was a lot of not-moving. Lunch took a bit longer than I'd expected, so I raced back in to deal with some pressing work.

Then I realized that I could, ya know, actually call Dawn back. Giddy as a schoolgirl, I dialed her number. And we chaaaaaaatted! *beam* I would listen to her brilliant comments and then my mouth would open and close (fishlike) as I tried to think of something smart to say. But instead I did what I do best. I squee'd. It was very, very exciting. There was talk of a visit (ooo) and we eventually had to get back to work, or some approximation of it.

It's so funny, Dawn referred to my life as a carnival. I'm self-absorbed enough to be fascinatedly nonplussed. I never.. I mean. I think of my life as fairly uneventful. I mean, I like it. Busy, sometimes. But not like Judy's. But, hrm. And then I sat there thinking about what my life looks like to other people. Sarah always laughs at me because I never think of people thinking about me or having an opinion about me. And when I find out they do, it completely startles me for some reason. But then, I startle very easily.

I don't normally troll for comments, and perhaps I'll do a poll (because I want to make it easier for you, beloved friendslisters). Hrm. But um, comment if you would uh, like to. Yeah, okay. I have no idea what I'm asking. My big brother would just say I have poor time management skills. And then I would maturely respond by punching him.

So. Anyway. ( And then there was a lot more babbling. )