Monday, July 27, 2009


it's 5:07pm - i'm sitting at my desk wearing a black t-shirt (i really need to wear scoop necks - this crew neck is not right for me), brown pants and black shoes. i don't have on any make up or have any product in my hair. i'm fairly certain that at this time of day i have mild to moderate body odor.

this morning i had a cup of coffee with cream and cinnamon (one splenda) and a stick of sugar free gum. for lunch i went home and had two pieces of leftover tilapia (not heated) and went house hunting. when i returned to work, i purchased a diet coke for $1 at wendy's. now i'm using the cup to drink water.

i am watching CNN on mute. periodically, i check facebook. i'm sure i could be doing something productive, but instead all i do is look on real estate websites and do pointless searches for homes that i want but can't afford or homes i don't really want but can afford.

i'm about to go home and play with babies until about 8pm which is when i will eat something. i think i'll eat broccoli and leftover grilled steak. or maybe grilled steak on a salad.

after that, i should do something like laundry, but i won't. i'll watch the final two episodes of mad men that are on demand. i've been saving them for today. no reason, really. i just try to watch no more than two a day.

i'm sure i'll get back online and do more fruitless home searches until i feel like screaming and/or crying.

around 10p or 11p i'll go to bed without preparing anything for the next day. i won't know where my keys are or if i have any clean underwear. i'll be 33 next week and i still haven't learned to get my things ready the night before.

at some point, moe will come home and say, "i'm starving, babes" and then he'll prbobably go to McDonald's because he won't want to wake anyone by making noise in the kitchen. even though it never wakes anyone, he just doesn't feel like doing it. he'd rather go to McDonald's.

it's 5:21pm now. i have nine more minutes until go time.

i just spent several seconds making fart noises and tapping my fingers on my keyboard wondering what i would say next.

a friend just sent me an IM and asked if i wanted to go ahead and walk out.

i do.

1 comment:

  1. I can't find the Mad Men On Demand. Where are the episodes?