today was the first day back from a long weekend... and THAT is always hard. esp. when you walk into your cube, and the work from your accounts over the past couple days is just strewn everywhere and NOT organized how you organize it. ugh... but you get over it. and then going through all the emails that you get for one and a half days... i got 40. it's just crazy... half of them were forwards and about 5 were work related.

but i did show up ON TIME today. that NEVER happens. it's so bad. i think i'm time challenged or something. i don't know where time goes in the morning. i get out of the shower at like 855 and i don't make it to my car until about 920. and i don't do too much to myself before i leave.

i think i'm gonna wear my old navy skirt tomorrow. sorry, random thought.

so, i got book 2 of harry today... but i haven't started reading it... even though i told heather that i would. i'm such a bad friend. maybe i'll read it right before i go to bed. janice and dom think i'm nuts, cause well... i want to play quidditch and i'm obsessed with this as of late. and if you know about harry... there really is NO WAY of playing quidditch.

there has been mad crazy postings on the train list. not necessarily about shows, but about the video being on vh1. on the hour from 7AM to 12NOON. hmm... maybe i can watch the 9 oclock one. in fact... i KNOW i can watch the 9 oclock one. how fantastic. now i just need to remember. okay... panda (who is normally on my monitor) is on top of the tv. NOW i'll remember.

i feel like this diary thing is me just rambling out loud. i guess that is what it is. it's just weird to write it and read it. i wonder if people even care to read this... (except you heather, of course).

i am waiting patiently for an email back from mike at putnam. cause we're "real time pen pals". i thought of the title. i think it's cute. he liked it too. don't worry... we're just friends, but his buddies at putnam are joking to ask me out.... hee hee... i just find it to be funny. why can't i be friends with my contacts of the opposite sex without people thinking differently?

alright, i think that i'm going to leave this as my post... not cause i feel like i'm done, but cause i just feel like it.