Alright. I'm just downright bored. I'm going on a cruise in 2 days and just finished picking out all the clothes I'm bringing. I'm in the middle of doing about 8 loads of laundry...oooh Maroon 5 is on the radio...My desk is a mess...I'm reading the Count of Monte Cristo (something I SHOULD have done back in high school) and have decided that the book is so much better than the movie (which is one of my favorites)...they're just SO different. I mean, the movie--is a good movie on it's own--ripped the book apart and left the story to dry...that's what it's like...the book is great.
Anyway...um...had a bad day at work...actually admitted to a guest that I hate my job. The only good part of my day was when one of the leads, Steve (whom, according to my friends, I am secretly in love with) came through a door pushing an ECV w/ his body but steering w/ his hands so that when it came through the door it looked like a run-away ECV... OK, it wasn't that funny...but considering it was the last thing I expected to see and I was having a bad day, it was friggin hilarious.
alright, night all...gotta go to curves at 7:45 tomorrow...grrr.
Plince! Plince! Nein! T-Rex!!