Fart, Gary Barlow, Noel Gallagher.

I’m still having trouble re-adjusting to getting up early for work. Does anyone else feel like giving up on life when the alarm goes off? Like really suicidal? It dissipates quickly after getting out of bed and injecting the caffeine, but for those first few moments every day, I truly wish I were dead.

This weekend I saw Lemony Snicket (it was way better then Harry Potter and had the best end credit sequence ever!), had a surprisingly good café au lait at Marche with three sick people (all recovering from some physical illness, but equally nutty in the noggin’ as well), finished the book (which content wise apparently would have ended up all farting and bitching about Gary Barlow & Noel Gallagher if the author had not edited the material), downloaded music for about 12 hours (Lemony Snicket soundtrack and Robbie’s b-sides – I think LimeWire is way better than Kazaa), made a pizza (mushrooms, red peppers, tomatoes, pineapple, red onion and chicken), did laundry (and ended up with a pocket full of change because I only had a $20), finished the Matrix critics commentary on Reloaded (and am getting increasingly angry about their inability to make any sense of the movie, and yet criticize it for not having enough meaning), finished knitting the scarf (all I have to do now is weave in the ends and press it into scarf shape), and watched two episodes of Boomtown (an exceptional show, even the second time around).

(Note to people I work with who won’t ever read this:
1. Slamming your mouse on the desk will not make it work better, nor will it make it cleaner.
2. I have no idea who you are talking about when you ask me if I got money from “you know that man/woman”.
3. It is not attractive when tuna falls out of your mouth as you are talking to me.
Saying the same thing five times does not make it any truer if you had only said it once.
4. I really don’t care what colour you paint the office; if you pick the colour it will be ugly and if I pick the colour you will complain about it to me for all of eternity.)

Right now, all I can think about is my bed.