----- January, 12, 2004 -----

Can I go home now?

Sometime during the night I kicked off my covers. Not that big a deal, since the heat was going full blast. The heat in my apartment is on a timer and I happened to wake up about two hours after the timer had cut it off. So I woke up freezing, just bone-cold. Usually this wouldn't be much of an issue, I'd just take a nice, long, hot shower, before shoving myself out the door. But, in addition to being stone cold, I was also dead tired. (Hah, Nano's period of decription-free writing is finally passing away! Yay! Back to editing...) I didn't get out of bed until about 10 minutes AFTER I was supposed to have left. Gah. I finally managed to pull myself together and get myself out the door, and then I had Train Fun. You know the game, when you're in the most of a rush, the trains go play hide-and-sulk, where they hide, and you stand on a platform with about 500 other people, sulking. Finally I get in to the office, but can't face going upstairs. Knowing myself as I do, I would probably have blown up at the first person to speak to me, totally without cause. So I chilled (heh, considering the weather) outside, after getting some antifreeze (i. e. coffee) from Dunkin Donuts, until I thought I could be human. Only to come upstairs and thanks to my nifty new phone that has caller ID that tracks all incoming calls, I find that my Workplace Crush had called me. About 20 minutes ago. You know, when I was in line at DDs. Bah. I want a ciggarette. Like the one I was smoking when my VERY pregant cubicle neighbor waddled past. She didn't acknowledge me in any way when she did, but considering the level of concentraction her face revealed it took just to keep walking upright while 8 months pregnant, I didn't mind too much. Though I did feel like a big sloth when I realized that she had probably walked up the 5-7 flights of stairs from the platform on the 6th Avenue line to street level at 43rd and 6th. Which I periodically avoid doing, my non-gestating myself.