My mind after a long day at work

Tuesday, July 11, 2006, 10:24 p.m.

Whew!

I am finally home from work, and Husband is taking a much-needed nap before bed (aHEM), so I have a few precious snippets of time to write before I pass out and dream about sexy vampires like I did last night.

For real, sexy vampires danced about in my dreams wearing Marilyn Manson’s cast-off stage outfits and Christina Aguilera’s make-up. And they could FLY!

For some reason, I woke up horny. Perhaps my inner Anne Rice decided she needed some face time; I don’t know. But as soon as I smelled my own breath, my mood changed, so I guess we’ll never really know what the fuck was going on there.

If you read my previous tiny entry from this morning, you’ll know that doughnuts are now dead to me. Yes, even the plain ones that try to pass themselves off as bagels. Hell hath no fury like the wearer of a pair of jeans whose zipper will not quite zip, and since I don’t think Husband can handle that kind of rage as of yet, Krispy Kreme is officially a no-go.

Of course, my current editor/boss (whom we shall henceforth refer to as Current Editor, in keeping with this diary’s firm Anti-Creativity When Thinking Up Nicknames platform) compounds the problem every Tuesday when he brings in a box of TWELVE tasty doughnuts (assorted flavors!) for public consumption (free!), knowing that only THREE PEOPLE work in our office.

So, I have two possible lines of reasoning to follow here.

1: “Doughnuts are bad for me, and I should not eat them for that plus many other reasons. See jeans, zipper of.”

2: “Assorted flavors! Free!”

I think I’ll let them battle it out.

If you have not yet seen Click and you are a fan of movies which you think are going to be kind of dumb but then you go and see them and they are actually really good, despite being fairly predictable ... go and see it.

That is all for now, as it is way past time for me to be dreaming about sexy flying vampires. Goodnight!