What does it mean when your own family sends you Christmas cards with your name misspelled? This happened twice this week.

Whatever. I couldn’t remember one of my nephews names for cris’sakes! I suck in my own special way.

I’ve been plotting with Neko via email. I’m going to be a redhead very soon. Probably tonight but if not then tomorrow night, basically when I can get to the drugstore.

I’m also the only person on the 10th floor of this office building. No lie. I’ve walked around several times and I’m the only freakin’ human here. It’s eerie, to say the least. And with the new stripped carpeting in the hallways there is a very distinct The Shining aspect to this place.

Speaking of The Shining. I have a really deep desire to go to Las Vegas. Usually we’d be going to CES next week but Rob’s partner is going instead of him, because they now represent a Porn Website and next week there is a Porn Convention. (Frankly, I don’t care how the money gets made…I’d just like to be paid back sometime before the next millennium.) So no CES for me. Also no Porn Convention, which I happen to think would have been fun to attend.

It’s raining and gray outside my window and I’m finding it quite lovely. I wore a chunky scarf in shades of autumn and a denim skirt (since there is no one to realize I’m not in dress code attire.) Only three hours to go until I can leave. No, make that two hours and 50 minutes…

I think I’ll try to make jumbalaya for dinner.

My sweater is making me itch.

I tweaked my neck last week and it STILL hurts, I can’t turn my head that well either. Sucks actually.

Sephora is having a sale on some good stuff. Check it out.

If I eat anymore of the salt water taffy here on my desk I will explode. I’m sure of it. But…just one more piece.

My new favorite song of the day is “Winter” by Josh Radin.

And I really need to find something to do online because I’m so-so-sooooooo BORED.