November 30th, 2001

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The kittens must DIE!!!!!!!!
I just want one night in my life where I get more than 5 1/2 hours of sleep. its ridiculous. I find myself zoning off, going the wrong way, attempting to push though the subway turnstiles without swiping my card (more often than before!), typing the wrong information on ship out orders, forgetting to make important phone calls, calling people the wrong name, drinking the wrong beverages, walking into the stock room and forgettingwhat i came for (more often than before!)..and the worst thing is..im irritable as all hell. Im surprised Stacy could put up with me last night. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep, and i was cranky from carrying my sewing machine and cables all the way home..plus getting in at 12:something. I crashed with little more thana hello..and then the kittens started doing laps around the loft with frequent crashed into plastic and paper bags and glassware, and clawing at anything fabric and near my head. They were racing across Stacy for a good 20 minutes and she finally started yelling in frustration. A little after 1:30, I couldnt stand it, and I got up and dumped a lot of food into their dish. they ate and it was quiet. We managed to fall asleep. Their last night at our place is tonight. I Cant wait to CLEAN and SLEEP and SHOWER and not worry about doors being open, or kitten poo balls under my feet, or kittens peeing in the shower.

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i am wondering if Duane Reade has Easymac. I REALLY want mac and cheese for lunch, but we dont have a stove here. :(

Mmmm, National Additive/Artifical everything Food Day!
No natural or organic anything allowed on this sacred day.

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i was too lazy to chase after easymac. Its a foggy nasty gray day out, so who wants to be running around out there anyway? besides, its 4$ saved. I had soup on the company and now am currently enjoying an ewwy gooey, slightly microwaved mrs. fields chocolate chip cookie washed down by a slighly saltier (as the evil fat guy in jurassic park said) coke. mm, healthy today. its interesting that i dont eat this poorly when im not working. i was reading this article in some girly magazine sometime in the recent past (lack of sleep = lack of accurate memory) titles "Is work making you fat?" Granted, im not fat...but its soo true. ITs easy as hell to "break" by eating. I mean, what else is there to do when you;ve checked your email 100 times with no results? Plus eating is not considered really slacking off, cause you can combine trips to the kitchen with trips to the fax machine, or something.
Im looking at the papers on my desk and its all blurring into some sorta strange blurry paper monster. I imagine it coming to life and growing strange paper arms, and legs,and nails that lash out and paper cut.
Im thinking this monster wants to boing off the desk and laugh, in a slighly deep malicious way, and bop around the corner to attack the receptionist, because shes talking on the phone and visibly SLACKING OFF. MUHAHAHA! He'll roar and lash and then collapse into a pile of paperwork that has morphed from work i have to do into filing that she has to do! MAHAHAHA again!

Perhaps I really do need glasses afterall!