It’s discouraging to look out the window and notice that the sky is nearly identical in colour to the ceiling tiles.
I am 2.2lbs smaller than I was this time last week. I plan to counter that with a combination of girls’ night tonight, and turkey on Sunday.
The turkey plan may fail, since I’m the one making it. As long as I don’t botch the stuffing, I’ll be happy.
Fewer things make me happier in the morning than a mug full of hot coffee.
I secretly love getting up before the sun – though the language I spew at my alarm clock when it goes off at that hour might suggest otherwise.
I have something on my elbow. It’s either a (strange) elbow zit, or I was bitten by something in the middle of the night. I’m hoping it’s the former, as the latter creeps me right the hell out.
When I create data at work, I have to give it labels. Whenever I choose the “Yellow” label, I say to myself “Are ya Yella’?” a la the Duke. Then I giggle. I probably do this 20 times a day, and giggle. Every. Single. Time.