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August 30, 2005
help me up
my lower back hurts. when i bend down to pick up signature pages i've flung across my office floor in frustration, i groan, put a hand on my lower back and then have to use the desk to pull myself up. wtf? i'm 27, and i'm old. so, so old.
i'm hoping this will translate into me being in so much pain every morning that i'll get up early and be on time for work for once. as it stands now i can get tired and go to bed at 10 but have a hard time dragging myself out of bed at 7 and then barely make it to work within the acceptable half hour late to work cushion. on saturday and sunday, of course, i have no trouble getting out of bed at, oh 6:30, and can't sleep late no matter how much i want or need to.
perhaps this says more about the differencec between how i feel about the days i have ahead of me on monday through friday and how i feel about the days ahead of me on saturday and sunday than it does about my body's sleep clock. although, i've always kind of dreaded sundays (they are, after all, always the day before mondays) and you'd think psychologically i'd want to stay in bed all day (and i should, really, because that's what i want to do on monday through friday but i actually have a realistic change to do it on sundays, so why not take advantage of it?).
conclusion? i like to punish myself by getting up early on sunday. i am self-hating. for christ's sake, i grew up and became a lawyer, which is not a career path emotionally healthy people chose for themselves.
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August 28, 2005
or did they get up early for this?
it is 8am, and i am almost positve my back of the building neighbors are playing quarters. there is silence, then bouncing metal, then screaming "ooooooooooooooooooooohhhhh!!!!!!" drunkenly.
again, it is 8am.
it's freaking out the cats. they are both sitting by the backdoor with looks on their faces like "wtf, man? it's 8am and you're still playing quarters?"
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August 24, 2005
lettuce
I hate it when people use "let's" when what they mean is "you": "let's get all this stuff cleared out of here" means "I want you to clean this up". Why not just say that?
Also, I have fallen back in love with Pat Robertson. Assassinate the president of Venezuela? Awesome! I have got to remember to start watching the 700 Club again. I can't believe I missed that.
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August 20, 2005
two sad things
1) the air and water show is going on for the next week in Chicago (they were practicing all last week during the work day by, bizarrely, having fighter jets and other planes buzz the loop. it stressed me out all damn week. i kept looking out my window at the sears tower to make sure it was still standing). anyway some fighter jets have flown directly over the apartment and the sight of them, but not the ear drum busting sound they make, seems to scare the ccrap out of Lily, who is now cowering under the window sill peering out, scared but strangely compelled to watch.
2) i went to best buy and bought a combination scanner (both sheet feed and flatbed!)/copier/fax/color printer. i bought this solely so i could scan documents into PDF from home and thus not have to go to work on the weekends. it is pathetic.
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August 16, 2005
yes, but can anything be as god awful as the oil slick scene in the original?
i know where i'll be september 2nd. (i won't be seeing this movie, I'll be at home or at a bar. I'll see this movie stoned at one in the afternoon 3 weeks after it comes out so the theater is nice and empty and i can throw things at the screen and yell "are you fucking kidding me?" like i mumbled under my breath today in a conference call, thus causing the summer sitting in on the call "for the experience" to turn pale and glare at me. the partner didn't hear, unfortunately.)
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to replace the "blizzards" post for the ever demanding tanarate
This car was parked in the parking garage I park in near work on Friday afternoon. I had to lean out my car window to take a picture of it with my treo from several different angles. I think the security guard who was nearby was seriously considering walking over and asking me what the fuck did I think I was doing.
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August 10, 2005
hmmmmmmmmm, blizzards
a few nights ago I had a dream about dairy queen. i am officially a fat girl, because who else has dreams about dairy queen (it involved driving down a busy road in some suburb and thinking "wow, I could really use a blizzard" and out of the blue, there was a dairy queen!)? Eerily, this dream came to life on Sunday when C. and I were looking for the TJ Maxx in Morton Grove (long story). We didn't stop, obviously, because that would be totally fucked up (and because hey, once you start having dreams about dairy queen you know it's time to cut down on ice cream). we also saw a really, really creepy shut down miniature golf place. it looked like something that shaggy would wander into during an episode of scooby doo. i wish i had a camera.
i also wished i had a camera coming home from the gym tonight. traffic was backed up on west bound North Avenue all the way to Sheffield from the 94 overpass because, SURPRISE!, a semi-truck that was too tall to fit under the bridge made a go for it anyway and sheered off part of its roof. it was stuck directly under the overpass and it was a good 2 inches taller than the overpass, so it must have been going pretty fast otherwise if you were that driver once you heard the first screech of tearing metal, wouldn't you stop before you were half way through? it made sitting in 20 minutes of traffic to go half a mile TOTALLY WORTH IT though.
unrelated second thing: c. and I watched this spanish movie (i.e., a movie from spain, not just in spanish) called "a mi madre le gustan las mujeres" (my mother likes women) which, all though it sounds stupid, isn't half bad and has this hilarious scene in which the youngest daughter sings this pop song that says over and over "a mi madre le gustan las mujeres" and now i can't get it out of my head.
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August 09, 2005
inspector 29
on the floor in front of the bathroom stall i almost always use (for some reason, it is consistently the cleanest) there is the kind of sticker you find stuck inside a new shirt or in the pockets of a pair of jeans that tells you who inspected that article of clothing.
the "inspector 29" sticker has been on the floor since i started work in april. it is either 1) glued to the floor with space age opoxy or 2) still there because the floor has never been washed.
(c., apropos of nothing, insists that i add "when we came home the covers of the bed were moved down from the pillows in a kitten shape and there was a little stuffed bright-orange mouse laying there which had obvisouly been played with for quite some time. we left it there and then just now when c. went into the bedroom to purge pillows as she'd promised [editor's note: this weekend we took a bed, bath and beyond gift certificate from CHRISTMAS and used it to buy two more KING SIZED pillows. since c. already had, oh, 20 pillows on the bed, this addition meant there were now 22 pillows on the bed and it made it very difficult for me to make the bed and balance the fucking pillows (oh, and to sleep) so, fresh off my "please call me!" e-mail from this morning i yelled at her to do something about the motherfucking pillow debacle after work = the great pillow purge; i'm sure she's only removed 1, which means we now have 21 pillows on our bed] she found the orange mouse under her pillow, which is very, very cute").
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happy birthdays
happy birthday to my august 9 people.
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August 08, 2005
please call me
ah, monday morning e-mails. "so and so told me he talked to you and you could help on X transaction which is closing today, please call me".
1. so and so never talked to me.
2. i've never HEARD of X transaction (but I'm sure it won't be explained to me, i'll just be told to "call Joe and tell him to send the agreement with the things attached". it will take me half the day to figure out how "joe" is because when i'll ask i'll be told "he works at a firm in Chile".).
3. "please call me"=with this guy, in the next half hour. he's an early riser -- he sent the e-mail at 7:10. hahaha yeah right. i'll be calling around 9:20.
i love monday mornings. and some things about law firms never change.
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August 06, 2005
you can't make this stuff up
This morning we were making breakfast (turkey bacon, hashbrowns, and my french canadian ancestors' bastardized version of crepes) and C. pulls out the honey she bought at a roadside stand on our way back from Michigan and goes "here, put this on the bacon"
"are you fucking kidding me?"
"no, it will be like honey bacon!"
silence
"please?"
i shoved the honey towards her "you do it, i refuse to be a part of this"
c. squirts a good tablespoon of honey on a small piece of bacon and eats it.
"it tastes good, but a little less honey would have been better"
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