Friday, July 09, 2004
It's all about the important things in life, you know? I just looked at the selection of stories on Google News: the terrorism report was released (nah, boring, heard it on the radio), a swimmer broke a world record at the Olympic trials (read it yesterday), people are getting killed in Iraq (as usual) ... What?! David Bowie had emergency heart surgery?! Must read!
In other news, my mom's visiting this week. Is it wrong that I love her and all, but I'm mostly glad she'll be able to help me with the administrative stuff I hate doing, like getting my car checked on and dealing with the DMV? This is what moms do, I think.
Speaking of strange priorities, I've been singing in my car lately on the way home from work, which makes me check the back seat compulsively to see if anyone snuck in there. It's not so much that I worry about being robbed/raped/killed, I just don't want anyone to hear me singing.
la la la LA
In other news, my mom's visiting this week. Is it wrong that I love her and all, but I'm mostly glad she'll be able to help me with the administrative stuff I hate doing, like getting my car checked on and dealing with the DMV? This is what moms do, I think.
Speaking of strange priorities, I've been singing in my car lately on the way home from work, which makes me check the back seat compulsively to see if anyone snuck in there. It's not so much that I worry about being robbed/raped/killed, I just don't want anyone to hear me singing.
la la la LA
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Today I wrapped up the third issue of the "Elder Client Planner" (trade journal thingy for old people's tax preparers — you know it excites you) and sent it off to the printer. Woot. It may be only a fraction more interesting than our other publication, the "California Taxletter," but it's ALL MINE. *preen* *preen*
Sara and Lori helped me shlep some of my stuff to the new apartment yesterday. The place smells strongly of wood varnish. Which I guess is good, since it means they've varnished. Can't have an under-varnished floor, nuh unh. I opened the windows, but was overcome by a sudden fear of burglars, so I closed them before we left. Now all my books probably smell like varnish. Oh well. Pictures of swingin' new bachelorette pad to follow.
pity tha fool
Sara and Lori helped me shlep some of my stuff to the new apartment yesterday. The place smells strongly of wood varnish. Which I guess is good, since it means they've varnished. Can't have an under-varnished floor, nuh unh. I opened the windows, but was overcome by a sudden fear of burglars, so I closed them before we left. Now all my books probably smell like varnish. Oh well. Pictures of swingin' new bachelorette pad to follow.
pity tha fool
