I claim my throne as the queen of the uggles.

I claim my throne as the queen of the uggles.

I have no words.

And Lilty, so wish I could go! But F2f this year would involve my winning a huge sum of money and stopping time. Can't even think about it. Drat!

Teppy, whenever you are around. There is a writer, Mary Gordon, on Fresh Air in the first hour. I didn't get to hear most of the interview because I was out running an errand, but in the part I heard she talked about women and the relationship between self-adornment and self-loathing. She said a lot of the things we've discussed here- adornment as play, feeling (Gordon does anyway) that denying yourself the pleasure of adornment is a form of self-loathing, and that she feels more comfortable when she's dressing up a part of herself that she likes.

Thanks, Heather! I'm going to stick a Post-It on my monitor right now so I remember.

I claim my throne as the queen of the uggles.

That would be painful to wear, because people would keep trying to kill it.

Kristin has a new tag, and I am full of pizza.

Alas, I have not yet eaten. Hungry now.

Guh. I'm full. I forgot that when there's a catered event everyone decends like locusts on to the leftover food. The poor caterers, they had to start defending their leftovers from the mob. But cheesecake and strawberries (sliced and whole) plus fresh fruit garnishes and sandwich meat, quiche, and other assorted goodies. I swear as a group we could strip a buffet clean in 60 seconds.

I have eaten. I just haven't woken up yet. Since it's almost 2, this is becoming a problem. I slept well last night. That was so unusual that I think my body wants to just keep sleeping.

My supervisor is out, my coworkers are busy all I want to do is slack off....if I didn't have a visable desk I'd cap off the afternoon with a few rounds of cat stacking.