If you could only see the way

My lunch today was a sandwich purchased from a vending multi-level refrigerated carousel. Ugh. It was only made bearable by pilfering for Wendy’s ketchup packets from my co-worker’s desk and then spurting the contents on the sandwich and squeezing out every last drop of red goodness. I’m sure I’ll survive, and yes, things were in such a state that I needed something solid. I can only drink water and coffee for so long.

The minute I walked into work this morning and unloaded all my unnecessary necessities, my co-worker/self-acclaimed clairvoyant came over with her ceramic turtle paper-weight and predicted that today not very much work would get done. Who am I to try and disprove the turtle? So not much work has been completed today.

I’m loving my new gmail account. It is the best thing since my first hotmail account. I feel all special when I get a new message and I can “archive” and then search for mail rather than sort it. Wow. I stand all amazed at the freedom gmail has given me.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I like The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf better than Starbucks. But I was recently introduced to the “Mocha Valencia” from SB. Not bad, but not very good either. No wonder they omitted that from the menu.

I am growing a beard, but today reached my threshold and cannot endure it any longer. I am going to trim it, shave it, not sure which. But something needs to change. Everyone says I look good with the beard, but I think I’ll experiment more with it in the fall.

I was reading a blog today and I saw an entry where Madonna’s acting was totally picked apart. I have to agree, but sheesh, stop looking for the man behind the curtain. It’s just like we know the beaches in Southern CA are sucky for swimming but we all go anyway. And on that note, I’d even love to move closer to them so I could be miserable many times a year, dealing with the horribly cold, murky water. And I will continue to see all of Madonna’s movies despite the fact that I cringe through the whole thing at the transparent, fully calculated delivery of the lines. BUT I LOVE YOU MADONNA!!! Don’t tell me I don’t sacrifice for true love. It’s all a give and take relationship.

I’ve almost finished the 6th Harry Potter book. I feel like nothing has been accomplished. I want to smack Harry and tell him to stop getting so wrapped up in Draco, and I need to let JK Rawling know that it seems she didn’t enjoy writing this book as much as the others. It seems that she rushed through it and just wanted to be done. Yes ma’am, we readers pick up on things like that. But since I’m addicted, and the story line is still rather enticing, I’ll finish it.