THE MASSAGE GIRL IS HERE. I mean, yes, it's just 15-minute shoulder massages, but I WILL TAKE ONE THANK YOU.

THE MASSAGE GIRL IS HERE. I mean, yes, it's just 15-minute shoulder massages, but I WILL TAKE ONE THANK YOU.

You win at Best Job Ever today.

WHERE IS MY MASSAGE GIRL?

I mean, I admit I work out of my house, and if a massage girl showed up in the middle of a fucking snowstorm I'd be very startled indeed. But I'd still TAKE THE MASSAGE!

You win at Best Job Ever today.

Totally. It's also payday, Supernatural day, and I'm treating myself to breakfast-for-lunch at the coffee shop across the street. WINNING.

SO the coughing has lessened, but now I am all congested and blowing my nose like every 10 minutes. I sound like swollen head girl with a cold and will still have a coughing fit if I walk around much. I need to be at work today though, so I am here. bleargh.

Maybe I can get all important work done by the time my big boss get here at lunch and he will tell me to go home.

I'm just wondering what her smart decision was.

Have you read her book? She's really a student of the era and the original dancers, has recreated famous choreography and looks. I don't think it's just one decision but her approach has been so thorough. And she's particularly beautiful, and she's been very canny with her marketing. She didn't just marry Marilyn Manson; she did a porn movie with Andrew Blake (the classy porn director!) fairly early in her career.

At least you sound sick, instead of just feeling sick? (I am a firm believer in sympathy.)

Ooh, Amy, I wish we had chair massages here. There's a department that does them occasionally, but I don't get invited for that....

I am vaguely out-of-sorts, maybe nauseous, but not quite. I hope that doesn't mean I'm about to be sick. It does mean I can't think of what to have for lunch.

I would love a massage girl, but they'd never do it. Private industry, on the other hand... Speaking of which, I spoke to an old co-worker yesterday (he was inviting me to the reception celebrating the opening of their new office) and he told me to let him know first if I don't get this job.

Which was nice.

What was also nice was walking from my car to the office today, a lovely woman stopped me to tell me she thought I looked really totally put together and awesome. Total stranger! I pointed out that I hadn't ironed my slacks, but she was so insistent, it was kind of funny.

For the record, I was wearing a burgundy car-coat and my black cashmere pashmina wrapped around my neck, trouser jeans, and a pair of brown booties. I suspect it's really the hair that caught her attention--usually when I get comments from strangers, it's because of my hair.

Supernatural day

Seriously, in the shower this morning, I thought "It's Arrow day!" And when I shamefacedly confessed that to Tim, he said, "I thought the same thing!"

When we watch Arrow, we get the commercials for SPN, and (since I've never watched it), the commercials lead me to think, depending on the episode, that it is the wackiest show EVAR, or the freakiest show EVAR. I assume it's both.

Slept like crap. I feel like if I closed my eyes for a minute, I'd be napping sitting straight up.

I did get some lotion with vitamin E for my knee and have been doing light massage (it is still real tender). Thanks for the suggestions. It feels better already...not normal yet, but not as bad as it had been. I still feel pathetic at all this pain from basically a skinned knee.