Pinkabrinka

I’m tired and mopey, and I don’t feel like being a grow up any more today. Who wants to come over in pajamas to eat pizza and play Legos?

People who say that real life isn’t like high school clearly never worked in this office.

Falling asleep with the lights on gives me really strange dreams. And apparently I’m on Tumblr too close to bedtime, since y’all are appearing in my dreams.

I.

I was worrying what someone would think about something I was doing. Jackie from Roseanne walked in and said, “I told her ‘Screw it. I like it.’ And I screwed it. And I liked it.”

II.

I discovered a Virgin Mary statue with stigmata that miraculously dispensed creamy tomato soup so the no one would be hungry. I tried writing directions on a Post-it so Msdeenyc could find it, but I couldn’t find a pencil.

III.

I was trying to solve a puzzle by guessing the right word in Polish (which I don’t speak) when I walked into a bar that had baskets of Starbursts and fancy chocolates instead of peanuts. Cocktailstraw was there, so I got us each a glass of bourbon and she told me all about how creepy the Andrew Dice Clay-looking dude at the end of the bar was. (She was definitely right.)

Dreading going back to the office tomorrow, as I’ve was at an out-of-state conference all last week. Also, I have to have a chat with our ethics officer, as my ex-boyfriend was arrested late last week on nine Class D felony charges and will probably end up in one of our facilities. [We broke up a year ago and I wasn’t involved in his illicit activities in any way, but I figure it’s best to get it out in the open, especially since it made the news. That’s how I found out about the whole thing—my parents saw it on TV and called me.]

That said, tomorrow will likely require inordinate amounts of caffeine. And maybe a pastry.

This US Airways Express terminal is reminding me more of the bus station than an airport.