i am not awake. not one bit. got up, fell back asleep, dreamt of vegas. not a great dream, it involved the elevator not working and having to walk up fifteen floors. with hairy legs. damn that leghair. and damn me, you’d think with the constant nightmares that i’d have done something at this point. but no.
got to work around 10 (late for even me, i usually shoot for 9:30), found a starbucks gift card from a happy client. this amazes me, but does not wake me up (i’m not amazed the client’s happy, just that they would know me so well after such a short time). maybe it was the seven cups of thier nice office coffee i drank during the first meeting. anyway. i know, i could go for coffee, but i’m here, i should stay.
even though my brain’s already halfway to vegas, and i don’t see productivity as my strong suit any time today. let’s not even get into how much stuff i have to do to get ready. this is very boring. i’m sorry. i’m just not awake.
You only live once.
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shave the legs!! you will love it. I swear.
Get some barbasol baby.
shave, baby, SHAVE!!
Two words: caffeine pills!
no no those are icky. i am pounding coffee with cocoa mix in it. i might just *have* to sneak off to starbucks at some point. i salivate looking at the pretty gift card sitting here next to me, thinking of caramel frappuccino with extra everything.
>thinking of caramel frappuccino with extra everything.
i’ve decided to tough it out and save the starbucks card for vegas. how necessary will tall, expensive ice-cold things with lotsa caffeine be there? very.