The head of our department bumped our usual 9:30 meeting to 11:30 and is bringing us lunch. I'm wondering what sort of bad news he's going to deliver. I notice people like to soften bad blows with food. "You're all fired...but here's some hot dogs!"
I was pretty much in bed and ready to disappear into dreamland when Lindz called, and we ended up talking about a bizarre situation she had for a good 40 minutes. I am not much of a talker on the phone, and I can't honestly remember when I had a real phone conversation with one of my friends (it was probably B or Jess a couple of years ago). When I do talk on the phone, it's usually with my parents, who don't understand the concept of text messaging.
Had...a strange, strange dream following that. I am glad to be awake, even though I kept hitting snooze. Doing some morning freelance work with my coffee, which a) gets some of it out of the way so I have more time to myself at night, and b) wakes my brain up a little bit before I actually go in. Everybody wins.
My face is a mess. I can still cover it decently with green concealer, tinted moisturizer (afraid to use anything heavier) and my regular concealer on top of it, but...well, I'm just hoping this is as bad as it gets. My face was horrendous in college and I'm really, really not wanting to go back to that time - I have enough self-esteem issues as it is, we needn't add massive pustules to it - it's also peeling a bit, and itchy along my jawline. Begone, accursed zits. I would pop thee if I could.
Off to work for what's sure to be another rousing round of Face Off With The Supervisor and some further tweaking of my query letter. Peaceout, g-dawgs.
No comments:
Post a Comment