The waitress that just waited on me and Dale really really scared me. She was a fairly pretty brunette. When she asked what I wanted to drink, she sounded fine, very soft and feminine. Then, in the middle of asking us if we were ready to order, her voice just suddenly dropped to this loud, hideous, gritty, possessed-by-Satan rasp. After she walked away, I looked at Dale and said, “that was really freaky!” He just shrugged.

Her voice didn’t change every time she came to the table, but by the end of the meal, I was fighting the urge to flinch and cover my ears every time she approached.

“How is _EVERYTHING?

Are you _{ENJOYING YOUR MEAL?}

Would you like a _{TO-GO BOX?}”

Really. It was freaky. Super freaky. My stomach clenches just thinking about it.

After the first few times, Dale finally agreed with me that she was just fucking scary.

“Thanks! Have a _{HAPPY NEW YEAR!}”

I hope Dale left her a nice tip. I don’t want her to hunt us down later to take our souls to hell.

Heh. Kathie has finally posted photos of the tree that fell on her car a couple of weeks ago. I think #2 is my favorite shot. It’s that splatter of ice across the roof. (Hey, we can laugh. No one was hurt, and insurance covered the damage, which wasn’t even that bad.)

*sigh* I just can’t get my right arm into a comfortable track-ball-using position today. It’s 1 pm and my wrist and elbow are already aching. Getting the trackball was supposed to help RSI, not cause it.

I was walking down the street and this homeless guy jumps out. And he says, “Gimme a dolla’!” I didn’t feel like it, so I’m like walkin’, and he goes, “Bitch! I got X-ray vision! And I know you got a dolla’ and niiiice titties!”

“Here’s a dollar. Thanks.”

- Margaret Cho

(Here’s a pathetic blog entry I typed up on my Visor yesterday morning before crawling back into bed at 10:30 am. If it wasn’t food poisoning, it was something close.)

There is a battle being fought inside me today. I don’t know what started it or why. I just know that I’m the loser.

*groan*

I think I’m about to become a regular reader of accidental. The design alone is worth the visit.

Ugh. I dumped the remains of my lunch (a baked potato) into my trash can. I’ve been smelling it for the last 4 hours. Now it’s starting to make me ill. Eeeew.

These are awesome little office toys. I’ve got Joe and Mind.

*sigh* Packing for the move downstairs was easy. I just threw everything into boxes. Unpacking is more of a challenge, as I have to weed out immediate necessities (like pens) from non-essentials (like Dilbert cartoons). Boy, I knew I had a lot of junk, but, man, I have a LOT of JUNK! I have so many toys, and my desk’s such a mess, my cube looks like a kindergarten classroom after playtime.

Well, they’ve finally moved my group downstairs. And now, I have one of the much-coveted window seats. Muah! In addition to the natural light, I’ve got a great view of the deck and the construction site for the new building. Oooo! Look at the big machines!

I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas/Kwanzaa/Hanukah/winter holiday of your choice!

For the last year, I’ve been calling orange my “happy color.” Here’s a good reason why!

Kathie’s latest journal entry brought tears to my eyes. Joe’s original email to me was touching. I am so very glad that Kathie could help him when I couldn’t.

Aaron: hey i go shopping with you

Aaron: some

Aaron: i wouldnt mind upgrading my wardrobe

Pamela: upgrading!

Pamela: ROFL!!!

Aaron: upgrade is not strictly a geek word now =P

Aaron: now if i had said “patch it” that would be bad

Hrm. I still haven’t sent out my holiday cards.

Does it make me a big ol’ honkin’ geek if I created an Excel spreadsheet to keep track of my holiday card list?

Doh! I just realized I’ve forgotten to send payment for an Ebay auction I won last week! D’you think the seller will forgive me if I include the payment in a holiday greeting card?

I think my life has become so full of junk, I’ve forgotten about the important stuff.