Health~ma to ita and tommyrot.

I hab a cold. And I came to work. and no one else is here (this weekend was big party which I skipped). I am really wishing I stayed home. I find it is almost impossible to judge just how sick I am until I am actually at work. Also, I took dayquil, which, because I react to cold medicine erratically, wither make me want to sleep under my desk, or make me seem like I am on speed.

Baseball caps incite loutishness. [link]

Emotionally, Perkins.

My sleep patterns are messed up. I'm figuring it's because I slept weird over the weekend and that they'll straighten themselves out for the week.

I woke up early. That almost never happens.

The classic New Orleans accent is said to sound a bit New Jerseyish.

I asked a linguisics prof about this once, in the context of John Fogerty's sounding like a New York chorus girl from 40s movies ("goil", etc.), and he told me that it's the same effect developing twice: Irish immigrants' accents transmuting in the New World. The weird part is, that "goil" particular part of the accent has almost completely disappeared from New York, except for a vaguely similar effect in native Yiddish speakers; I think it persists still in New Orleans.

Have person in office who is training with leaving coworker. He is from corporate. Have no idea how much slacking I can get away with. Miffed, I am. At least have iPod.

I'm sitting in my office with my monster coat on my lap and my llama(?) wool scarf around my shoulders. Just not right.

I was one of those horrible people who has 18000 bags with them during rushhour commute. AND THEN the Post Office I thought I could stop in before work didn't open until 9, so I didn't even get to mail them yet.

Sophia, go home and take care of yourself.

I LOVE MIT pranks!

I've got Czech bread in the oven.

If I have to pretend to work diligently at my desk all day, I may die of boredom. t /firstworldproblem