Or, You Gotta Have a Gimmick. With apologies to every blogger whose sidebar I stole one of these from.
Admiring: My pretty, shiny necklace that I got for Valentine’s Day.
Beating myself up about: The $90 a month gym membership that I never use.
Crying over: Oh good lord. Everything. Survivor. Sex & the City. Phone commercials. Onions. Spilt milk. Etc.
Daydreaming about: My couch. My comfy couch with my ass on it.
Excited because: I found an old floppy full of Max’s too-cute-for-words baby pictures this weekend.
Frustrated because: My Photoshop skills suck so I can’t get the baby pictures un-blurrified.
Grumpy because: Eve3 cranked up her space heater too high and knocked out the power in our offices first thing this morning and I lost a lot of important stuff.
Hate-filled and seething over: I also lost a better version of this list.
Indignant because: People are seriously taking bets over who will be the next woman to get pregnant in the office. I made the top three, apparently.
Just shoot me now because: I just ate seven (7) dark chocolate Hershey Kisses in about 15 seconds. And I don’t even like dark chocolate.
Kidding myself regarding: The size 2 Ann Taylor suit still hanging in my closet.
Listening to: A VERY LOUD conversation the woman across the hall is having with her dentist. Also: Eminem.
Mooning over: Dooce’s baby. My god. That kid is way too gorgeous.
Need: A haircut, a camera phone and some new red pens.
Obsessing over: Basal cell body temperature.
Praying: That God will do my big school project that’s due on Sunday for me lest I be forced to toil on the Sabbath.
Questioning: My choice of footwear.
Reading: Lulofs & Cahn, Conflict: From Theory to Action, 2nd edition (2000)
Singing: Hold me closer, tiny daaaaancer…
Trying: To get that GODDAMNED SONG out of my HEAD. Rot in HELL, stupid preset oldies station.
Unnerved by: This. Just…yeah.
Valentiney Update: In addition to said necklace, Jason took me out for fondue and got a room at the Mayflower Renaissance Hotel downtown…simply because our house was too messy to be romantic in. Best. Valentine's. Ever. With. Best. Guy. Ever.
Wondering: What TiVo was recording for me on channel 307 at 9 a.m. this morning when I left the house.
X-rated action: Right. Please see entry O.
Yawning over: A meeting regarding upcoming direct mail campaigns.
Zoinks: This seemed like a good idea when I started.