On Friday I decorated my boss Kelly’s office. He hates holidays. So I printed out a bunch of Halloween stuff and taped it all over his office. That made me feel better. Our office is full of trixters, and I feel like I haven’t done my part. I’ve definitely been slacking on that. Guess I’ll have to make up for it in this last month and a half.
So Sarah came home over the weekend. Since I stayed home on Friday, I started reading a Georgette Heyer. Addiction number one. Then Sarah insisted that Anna and I see the series The Vampire Diaries. Reluctant addiction number two. My life shuts down when I’m reading a book, so having another addiction on top of that should be interesting. Especially since it’s another embarrassing one. Georgette Heyer books are only embarrassing if people SEE me reading them. Trashy covers, great content. I don’t have that salve for my conscience in this case. Really, Martha? Vampires? The even more depressing part is that watching this show (as ridiculous as it is) has made me realize what trash Twilight is. Indeed, any credit I had mentally given Stephanie Meyer for her books is now completely void and null. Badly done, Steph.
Anyway, basically I’m bursting at the seams with excitement for my trip next week. Which means that time slows down to approximately 1/52 of its normal speed. And then when I get on the airplane, it slows to 1/8532 of its normal speed. Why? Because airplane rides when you’re flying alone are pure and uninterrupted torture. Yes, they have videos to watch. I get it. That may provide mental distraction. But nothing provides distraction from the physical discomfort of a plane ride. Bathroom? Better think twice or thrice about stepping over all those people. Sleep? Forget about it. That’s for first class.
Alright, back to work it is. Until December 8th—my official last day :)
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