December 20th, 2004

yahtzee car bomb

Good thing I'm not afraid of realtors.

It. Is. COLD. I do not enjoy being cold. I believe that if it is going to be this cold, it ought to be snowing, and I should be allowed to stay home. In my pajamas and bathrobe. With hot tea. And my new Sherlock Holmes books. And a fire in the fireplace . . .

Yeah, I'm dreaming. But it is cold, and the wind just cuts right through a person. And that is not my idea of a good time.

This weekend I ate a lot of Indian food at afterknowledge's crazycrowded birthday celebration, played some Yahtzee (surprise!), cleaned my room right good, baked Christmas cookies, and saw two movies.

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And now I should be working.
alien me

i am as ice

Oh. My. God.

I think it's getting colder in here! This is ridiculous.

And Steve tells me that it's downright warm in the lobby compared to back in marketing.

You know, it's summer in New Zealand. On Christmas Eve last year, I was wearing short sleeves at a barbeque. This whole "two winters in a row" thing sucks.
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