Barbecue with coworkers in Brooklyn. Nice! I wasn’t overdressed, and the bourbon lemonade punch was good. I am now checking in with a friend’s cat and can’t help logging in.

28 Years Later…

Well, we finally got to see “Hot Fuzz,” which I highly recommend. People should always listen to me. None of this “I didn’t really get ‘Shaun of the Dead'” nonsense. Sheesh.

Also, the Funky Diner does kind of rock, mainly for the mac and cheese.

One of the Guys

On Thursday, I went out for drinks with my ex-coworkers. Luckily, the advent of camera phones enables the men in my life to easily show me photos of their girlfriends topless and in compromising positions. Like many superheroes’ abilities, my power of having guy friends show me such images comes unbidden and as somewhat of a mystery.

Tomorrow, I Try Walking

Tonight I bent my glasses into some semblance of non-skull crushing, non-blood flow damming wire framed goodness, and so far I have only a very slight trace of a headache, and then only if I move rapidly. Can it be that after all these long years, all that pain was a result of tight earpieces on an oversized head? And I might actually gain a cool glasses gleam?

For Admin Professionals’ Day, I have received gift certificates for a manicure/pedicure and sunglasses from Sunglass Hut. Also flowers.

I am weirded out.

Toasted soy nuts, as my coworker Jessica would say, are not delicious.

Have not worked out since Wednesday. And now the question is, should I work out tonight or get a haircut instead?

Oh, and I hate the MTA, very much. There is nothing that makes me feel as insgnificant as the MTA does. Nothing else that gets me thinking that I’ll never make a better looking corpse than I will right now.