smurfalicious fingers 24.01.05 4:22 p.m.
I've brought my Queen Alien plush toy to keep me company in my new cube. I've recieved a Dilbert book as a cube-warming gift from a co-worker. I have a plant. I think I can safely say that, despite the fact that I'm technically "squatting" here, this is *my* space. It's weird: having an isolated space away from the phones really has increased my productivity. By three o'clock, I was twiddling my thumbs and wondering what I ought to do, as my assigned tasks for the day were finished. I'd have been finished even sooner, but I was MSN-ing with Beth and Matt and New Work Friend in between.
I spent the week-end looking like I'd committed Smurf Genocide. In a strange turn of events, I wound up dyeing Mysteria's hair blue, and at Denis' place, of all unlikely locations. (He was funny - he smoked a joint and sat in the living room, listening to Pink Floyd and Radiohead and such, while we giggled and messed up his bathroom.) I haven't seen her since Friday, so I have yet to see how sexily it turned out. The poor thing was falling asleep while sitting up! Granted, she'd not slept more than an hour the night before, and we were up until 2am doing her hair. Blame it on the vodka-Red Bull.
Hmm. Well, this is the point in the entry when I get frustrated because I cannot seem to remember any of the other things I'd wanted to write down. And with that - adeiu!
listening: Ian Dury - Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll
reading: The Dilbert Future by Scott Adams
ingesting: the usual
(see entries before 20.11.05)
previously on Smothered Hope:
unreal - 20.05.08
in which our narrator kinda just babbles on a bit - 15.05.08
drank several margaritas last night. they were great. - 04.05.08
spacey - 29.04.08
i will most definitely regret posting this in public - 28.04.08