really, my work day is not so different from my day at home.

except what i am wearing (blue t-shirt, no bra, blue checked shorts, rumpled hair, no makeup, glasses, pink striped socks, Tevas)


i still make the blog rounds, check and answer email, drink coffee, go to the bathroom.

what sucks, though, is I left the Garden State CD at work.

and I had to make lunch for little other people.

and I keep getting propositioned by this young, handsome dude wearing only white briefs to come sit on the couch with him and watch cartoons.