This is not a phrase I expect to hear, "Oh shit, it's Friday isn't it?"

I have determined that the top 3 – 4 inches of my hair is my natural color. The next 3 – 4 inches is a lighter shade, and the rest is much lighter—remnants of my bleach and orange dye three(?) years ago, which refuses to hold hair dye now. This only applies to the top layer of hair, so if I put my hair in pigtails I have a definite line of contrasting color.

I finally got my Christmas present from Andrew last night! In all the excitement of having Murple fight her first dragon, I almost forgot to mention it. The part that took so long to get here turned out to be a Weeble & Bob DVD. (I didn't know such a thing existed!)

He also gave me The Secretary DVD (I guess I was bound to own that movie, huh?), some Let's Eat Stars rice crackers, and Hello Kitty Pocky.

And this is why Jason is still one of my favorite people.

I think I just impressed the Cash Counter boys by telling them that Metallica was my first concert.

I found another ad that could have used the services of my future company. On the bus, an State Farm ad with the headline 'For Car Insurance More People Trust' has a cut-out image of a woman behind a steering wheel, wearing very dark sunglasses, that look black in the picture. Every time I glance at it, I think she's driving with a blindfold.

Walker: Isn't it nice to know that the answer you came up with on your own is the same answer that Very Smart People settled on at the ultimate solution to the problem?

Andrew will probably be the only one who can appreciate this: I just went to the office first-aid kit looking for the ibuprofin and saw 'Erase II'. ('Ease II' is what it actually said, but I prefer mine.)

I missed a doctor's appointment yesterday. I let my cell phone battery die again so if there was a reminder call, I missed it too. This is the doctor who refills my lithium prescription, so at least I'm living up to the role of the difficult, crazy patient.

A call from the Kent branch comes through as an internal call, but the receptionist I can wave to from my desk rings as an outside call. Weirdness.

Waking up with the Mr. Rogers theme song in my head should be justifable reason for homicide. Who do I blame? (Jeremy? I saw you last!)

I knew I would regret my caffeinated sugar high yesterday. I'm only allowed to do that if I don't have to sleep for the next twelve hours, because I won't.

There is a new sign on the men's bathroom door saying it is for office employees and customers only. Warehouse people have to go upstairs. Someone must be feeling elitist...

I had a bad dream that my cat died. I had to spend the day at work, in the dream, trying not to cry.

I need to write home and see how my baby is doing.

Yay global warming! The weather is perfect right now.

Karla's gone back to her moods today, back to her intimidation technique of stopping what she's doing and watching me as I type and print a long order. I swear I can't be that interesting to watch.

dilinger7337: everything you say screams, "i have a penis"

dilinger7337: so anyways
dilinger7337: it's your turn to quit now
dilinger7337: i did my part

I checked my email right after that yesterday and had a visit from the job fairy—a response from a job I applied to in November. They wanted to set up a phone interview. Scheduled for today over my lunch break.

Ted is now my favorite person ever for letting me borrow his truck to use as a quiet place. Outside was too loud. Inside was too busy.

The interview went okay. I didn't do horribly, but I didn't do great, which means someone who did great is going to get the job. I'm bad with interviews and I hate phones, so unconsciously I'm trying to get off as quickly as possible. Of course now I want this job...

The Scary One was just shocked and appalled when I told her I don't have a TV. "Where do you get your news?" The Internet, I told her. "You mean you just play on that computer all night...?" Since I suspected that 'yes' wasn't the proper answer there, I told her I go out and do other things, but I don't need a TV. Most people are surprised, but she looked as disturbed as if I had told her I prefer to live without indoor plumbing.

Why is it that spending my free time playing online games makes me look like a detriment to society, but watching reality TV all evening doesn't?

I expected as much, but the two days off unpaid from being stuck in Las Vegas put me over the 'bad time' written warning point.

I hate interacting with people in the morning as it is, with the exception of someone I woke up next to. Even worse is being interrupted mid-yawn the bus stop by someone with beer breath, "Just woke up?" trying to make small talk before asking for money. Or this morning, the 7-11 employee doing the same with a "Tired?" For some reason having random strangers point it out violates my personal mental space. I always felt the same way about my dad as well...

I think the definitive sign that you play to much FFXI is when you start to think in auto-translator phrases.

I got an email from Dotster today,

Dear Dotster Customer,

Thank you for registering your domain name with Dotster!

...

There was no notice of any charges, but getting a new customer style welcome email made me nervous. I checked my account and—there .info version of three of my domains added. It turns out Dotster did that for everyone, based on availability, with a "Thanks for checking out the Dotster Difference." I, however, am considering looking for a new domain registrar.

The book, A History of the Wife appeared on my desk a couple days ago. It's the book I just finished reading, but when I went to put it away, my copy is already was already on my bookshelf. Does anyone know where this phantom book came from?

Scary one brings over a stack of paperwork, "Would you like something to play with?" I'd like to know what world she comes from where sorting paperwork into numerical order is considered 'playing'. I sigh, mark off the page where I was looking up how to do something in PHP and put the book away, and she walks off laughing. I swear, she was laughing.

Andrew needs to update his Livejournal so I can leech off of his trip posting as planned.

Funny: http://www.spamusement.com/view.php?id=60

I washed my face this morning, looked up and saw half my face covered in blood. My first spontaneous nosebleed in a number of years. I took ten Advil in four hours to get my cramps down to a bearable level, and collected more symptoms on the overdose list than I'm comfortable with. Needless to say, I don't want to be at work today.