Conversation heard outside at the office.
<Tiny Blonde Girl 1> Oh my god. Have you seen [foo]? She's put on so much weight!
<Tiny Blonde Girl 2> I know! She must be at least a size 12 now!
<Tiny Blonde Girl 1> Wouldn't you just die?
<Tiny Blonde Girl 2> If I ever got that fat, I'd just have to kill myself.
<Tiny Blonde Girl 1> Or at least never go outside, so other people wouldn't have to see me.
Did I mention, full of hate?
So, in a fit of "can't sleep, can't think, aaaaagh!" last night, I started going through my closets.
I have a lot of skirts, including some really cute punky/gothy skirts from Torrid.
They are all size 24.
None of them fit.
Anyone need an influx of skirts and jeans? :)
Have I really not been to Massachusetts since June?
It's a ghost town here today.
There is one other person from my team here.
I wanna go home.
I have poked my boss, to see if I can work from home tomorrow, but he's idle.
Your Daily Horoscope
December 23, 2003
Commuters face traffic jams. Computers crash more often than usual. Telephone circuits seem perpetually overloaded. Given that this is the height of the holiday season, it's not hard to imagine why. Most people around you are patient and even cheerful. However, too much of this will bring out the underlying tensions that nobody wants to consider these days. Remove yourself from any situation that you'd prefer not to see escalate. If you can afford a spontaneous day off, this is the one. And if you have to keep doing what you're doing, be sure that your smile comes straight from your heart.
"Dear Boss! I should go home! My AOL horoscope said so!"
So, I got home, and my cable modem was out.
I am, however, sufficiently geeky that I was able to whine about the situation with Vger on AIM... via my phone.
After we talked about things for a few minutes, he passed this on from Nazrat:
<Vger, proxying for Nazrat> Don't you have an AOL account?
It honestly never occurred to me.
(Of course, as soon as I got dialled in, my cable modem came back. Hrmph.)
Well, it's that time.
No, not that time of year. Just that time when my brain has decided that enough is enough.
When I finish this pack of cigarettes, I am going to quit smoking.
I quit for five years, and started again last December, and I just don't want to do it anymore. So, I'm going to quit.
(That should put an end to the weight loss. Heh.)