This is what we call fly by the seat of your pants journalling!

I forgot to mention a couple of things yesterday ...

1. Cole lost a tooth yesterday morning. The Tooth Fairy visited last night and left him FOUR dollars! That is a tremendously generous Tooth Fairy. I'm just sayin'.

2. I ate 5 pot stickers for lunch yesterday. Big pot stickers. I kinda felt sick about an hour after eating all of them so I ended up not eating any dinner. And I wonder why I'm so damn hungry this morning.

3. I think I'm going to buy tickets to Underworld:Evolution tonight. As some will recall, I'll be seeing the movie with jenahville and kimbrchick. Now we just have to decide what sort of food strikes our fancy for our before movie dining. :)

4. Lost was quite good last night. It probably would have been even better if I had watched all of the previous episode (as opposed to just the last half). Still, I'm fairly smart. I figured out what was going on. Mostly.

5. Cole and I watched all the deleted scenes from Serenity (I'd seen them before, Cole hadn't). I then watched them with Joss' commentary. Cole fell asleep during that part. I guess that's one way to make him go to bed early. Hee!

6. I really want a Starbucks Venti Nonfat Chai Tea Latte with no water. Really.

That is all.

The sparkle in the windows is fading.

Holy Moly! I'm bored. I've been sitting at my desk obsessively refreshing my flist because I have nothing better to do. Actually, I do have things to do. I just don't want to do them. Oh! Somebody needs my help! Rats. False alarm. I thought I was going to be able to work my magic fingers and approve somebody's deposit. Alas. It was not to be. Well, I can always go back to staring dreamily into space and smiling vacantly at people when they talk to me. Come to think of it, maybe that's why nobody is asking for my help. Yeah, that does explain a few things. Plus, I was just told that I'm so short that nobody can see me around my super cool statues that I have on the partition by my desk. And when I say "statues" I mean the things that look like Academy Awards that I won in Lake Tahoe for being such a super cool manager. I so rock! What? I don't rock? Damn.

Yep, still bored. For some reason I don't think I can journal for the next hour and a half before I go home. I just don't think I have it in me. On the other hand ... no, I'm pretty sure I don't. Double damn. And let's face it, as fun as watching the people who walk in to the bank is ... I'm pretty sure my creepy vacant stare is scaring them. They're all looking at me out of the corners of their eyes and flashing the sign that wards off evil. Huh. Who'd have thunk it? Heh! I said "thunk".

I wish I had the moxie (Ha! I said "moxie") to sit here and write on my Firefly story on work time. Because that would so rock. Seriously. But I have some sort of code (like a warrior's code, but not as bloody) that won't let me do fun things when I should be working. Except that I do journal (sometimes more than once a day) so that code thing is kinda thrown out the door. On the other hand, if you could see how many grammatical mistakes I've had to correct you might come to the conclusion that me journalling does not equal fun. Except that it does.

Yes, my brain has gone on a nekkid vacation to Bermuda without me. Can you tell?
Ha!