Unbelievably
tired. Easily
confused by
clients, unable to concentrate. It's
hot. Window a/c in office blows on the back of my
neck, but it's better than the rare
heat. Had to hunt for a window unit for my
flat yesterday. "The season is over," the guy at
Sears said. Yeah? Tell that to
Mother Nature.
San Francisco truly shouldn't be this hot in
September, though. Maybe that's part of why I feel so
sick. I don't know.
I have to work on my
personal statement for
Berkeley soon. Should I mention that I've been admitted to
Stanford, and am gambling on
Berkeley instead? it's that important to me.
Graduate school. Anything's better than
working.
I hate my job, and it's among the coolest jobs I could have gotten.
rescue me
Hey, if I invite e2ers to my
Halloween/
housewarming party, do you think they'd behave?
dwyn would, but I haven't met anyone else and they sound like a
party hard bunch to me. ;p see, I live with a 62-year-old lady with
heart trouble. And I have a
no drugs in the house rule. (that's MY rule dammit) so... my guess would be they wouldn't be interested anyway. mm. so who shall I invite? my
boyfriend (duh), the cool chick from the
Bordertown mailing list, the only
co-worker I interact with on a regular basis,
dwyn ... well, if you are a
mellow Bay Area Everythingite and are down w/a party mostly consisting of
Princess Mononoke,
soft cider,
Chinese food, and weird obscure
music, let me know...I'll let you know when/if things
come together.