At work.

There is absolutely nothing going on today. Most people have gone home for the winter, so the office is pretty dead. I've got Tool turned up to keep me awake, but really I want to go home to my nice warm bed and take a nap with my doggy. I was up til two last night purging my insides into the toilet. Yesterday, I had made the brilliant decision to clean out the fridge by eating any leftovers that had been in there awhile. I didn't eat anything that was moldy or smelled funny, but apparently something was bad. Oops. Then i had to get up at six to get ready for work. What fun.

Ooo, mail's here. something to do...

Sex!

The ten o'clock news said they had recent studies giving six reasons why sex is healthy. They only gave three. I was a bit disappointed. But the three they gave were interesting.

1. Sex once a week is shown to boost the immune system and help prevent colds. It's not helping my immune system so far though. Maybe I should try harder...

2. Sex four times a week is shown to make women look 7 - 12 years younger. I don't think I need that; I look young enough for now. I don't need to look like I'm twelve.

3. Sex burns four calories per minute. Woot!

Snow!

On the way home from class I felt the need to step in or kick every pile of snow I passed on the sidewalk. Good thing my boots are waterproof, no? There was one particularly large pile I could see down the sidewalk near the Art Institute back entrance. Three, four feet tall maybe... it had to be kicked. As I approached it I gave it the strongest kick I could, spraying snow everywhere. I stepped back and watch chunks fall and splatter all over a car I hadn't before noticed, about a yard from the pile. I followed the snow as it fell on the roof and the hood and hit the windows, and then noticed the gentleman sitting in the front seat of the car. He was glaring at me with the coldest stare, as if I had just egged his dog or something. I apologized, but my headphones were on, so I'm not sure if I actual said it or just mouthed it. I guess he wouldn't have heard me anyway. Then I laughed and couldn't stop. I grinned all the way home. I found all the up beat songs I could sing to on the train. I don't know if I sang them out loud or just mouthed them. I'm sure the former would have annoyed the other passengers on the train.

I should work on that... making sure I don't sing out loud when my music is turned up a little loud.



"I will kiss you on the cheek, and you will call it treason."

You smell funny.

The crazy smells in Chicago assault my nose. And when I feel nauseous, like last week, every smell downtown make me feel like I have to vom. I just thought I'd share that.

I've been noticing smells more lately. And no, I'm not pregnant. I got on the train a few days ago and a scruffy looking guy in a beat up leather jacket sat down next to me. He smelled just like my first boyfriend, Derek. I couldn't figure out was it was at first, a specific cologne or something, but right before he got off I figured it out. It was the smell of cheap orange juice and vodka. I found that interesting.