Random Esquire

Ayup.

Let’s have a big ol’ entry about nothing.  Stream of thought ahead.

Let’s see…

I didn’t see my work girlfriend yesterday.  She was in negotiations until about 9 p.m.  What’s the point of going into the office on a Tuesday if I don’t get to see Instigator?  Precious little, I can tell you.

Oh, however, Fresh Express did come by to let me know that the building would be providing breakfast for everyone tomorrow.  Like that one time her boyfriend came into the office just for breakfast and fell asleep at a conference table with a chocolate eclair in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other.

Speaking of, she hasn’t cut out any newspaper articles for me recently.  Which, I am sure, the library is quite pleased about.

My sister called me today and told me that movies like Saw and Hostel scare her.  I don’t really enjoy those movies but they don’t much scare me.  And then we had a discussion about stranger danger which I seemingly have none of.  But don’t worry.  I still hate people.  (I love mankind! It’s people I can’t stand. -LVP)

And the stranger danger made me think of Boss who had massive kinds of stranger danger.  Also, I thought about her when Debra from Rubbermoon told me she bought a stamp.

Boss invited me to her kindergarten classroom for Christmas.  Lots of donations for the kids, many of whom didn’t have Halloween costumes.  We used to sponsor some kindergarten kids in Detroit. I wanted to go to take pictures of them getting their gifts and then have them printed for the families but she had to move the dates around and it didn’t happen.  Sure the kids were really happy. heh.

I found a gray hair earlier in the week.  At first I thought, “What the hell? I’m only 36!”  Then I remembered that this is the third of fourth one I’ve found this year.  Then I thought, “Well,whatthefuckever.”

I’ve been obsessing the last few days over something I am not sure how to handle.

I think part of what is bugging me is that I have not made plans for a large trip out of the country yet for 2010. I usually go in May.  I need 2 weeks away and I suspect it will be Spain this year – Barcelona and Madrid for 9 days and then London for 4.

I sleep with my patio door cracked open because I like the cold air.  When I wake, it is usually about 58 degrees.  I call this perfect sleeping weather.

I feel like taking a risk.

Let’s hope I don’t quit my job.

Who knows?  Who gives a shit?