Unf. I feel predictably terrible.
I'd love to call in sick, but there's that one meeting that was a bitch to get going in the first place, and I dare not cancel. So I think I'll go back to bed as soon as I finish updating my sister via IM on life back home, and after e-mailing my homebound status into work.
Yuck, ita. At least there's a big picture of Colin in my Metro this morning: [link]
msbelle's early days make me think of my colleague who lives in CA but works on NY time, by choice. It freaks me out every time I realize I'm talking to her at 6am.
I was so insanely edgy last night, I took myself offline. And then twitched about the apartment. Partially the mugginess outside, partially end of vacation, partially just twitch. Even tried a nap and just woke up annoyed I didn't just sleep through until morning. FUN.
Today, I will remain in denial about the nasty outside.
I didn't know paperclip was trombone in french. Hah.
Okay, e-mailed in working from home. Now I just have to make sure I'm on top of it for the 9am meeting. Whose stupid idea was...oh, right.
OK, so I get into work and all the database lookups that worked yesterday are not working. Buh?
I'm going to go get me a donut and try again in a few. Donuts fix db problems, right?
Good morning, all. Theo (and Emily) can attest that I have new hair! Or, same hair, trimmed back to where it ought to be. It's a little bit bombshellish, a little bit unruly. And the nice part is, those tiny shaved hairs at my nape.
I love having short hair. Don't love getting off my duff and getting it cut regularly, but love the results.