9:21 a.m. - 2007-08-10

This blog should be renamed, 1001 Mildly Disgusting Personal Details That I Can Overanalyze Seven Ways Till Sunday. I'm going to totally disregard any hint of over self-absorption there and dismiss it as something INHERENT IN HUMAN NATURE. That's right, it's human nature to become obsessed with one's own physiological idiosynchracies. Not selfishness (no way)! Wasn't that easy? I bet we can do it with a lot of other things too! (I may, in fact, market this as the in-vogue blame-avoidance tactic. Onwards and upwards. And hey, check it out - if I keep telling meself something, I eventually start to really believe it! No matter what other people say! This is awesome!) Have I mentioned that both my finger and toenails grow unbelievably fast? Like freakish fast. 'KayThanks!

In other news, SS won a radio contest to have a local Italian restaurant (Gepetto's! Hah! I have no respect for your anonymity, corporate America!) come in and cater lunch for her office. Though not technically in her "department," I am on "the list." HB keeps IMing me asking if I think the miners in Utah are alive. Why am I feel suspiciously like a death-apologist mother today?

Disclaimer: It may be apparent that I am blogging during work hours, and quite probably at work. This is not bc I do not do any work or bc I hate my job. Quite the reverse, I like the work I do and am somewhat skilled at it. I am just soooo damn efficient.