Today, my "this is weird" radar went off. When I came in the door to work, the two site managers were standing inside the door, with a large carafe of coffee, timbits, fruit and juice. I was greeted with a great big, loud "WELCOME TO WORK! WE'RE GLAD YOU CAME!", and had a coffee shoved into my hand and a timbit. I was still half asleep and trying to get the crap out of my eyes to look semi-presentable before Mike Turner showed up, but I took some VERY bitter coffee, and wandered into my pod, where I spent the day getting frustrated with my callers and fawning over aforementioned guy. I. Want. Him. So. Bad. Or I want someone or something. I don't know. I just know I had a very nice dream about being his girlfriend. Of course this would not be applicable if he likes boys instead, which he probably does.. *sigh* Shortly after that, a number of strange, even bright red spots showed up on my arms, hundreds of them literally. I could not figure out what they were, and I panicked a little bit. Dre thought I might be contagious. I put on a sweater to cover my arms and sat Indian style to cover my legs where they sprouted. Later they started to fizzle out and fade and eventually I looked normal again and could relax. There's not much else to mention, I think I'll be signing off now.
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Tuesday, Jul. 12, 2005 ~ 10:29 p.m.
