Fire up the iPod, set it to shuffle, and write down the first ten songs that play. No cheating. No skipping forward.
I woke up with a fierce, splitting headache this morning. Last night, I went out with H to dinner and then for one, only one beer. When I got home around 9:30 p.m., I was exhausted, wiped out...by one beer? What happened? And why would one beer give me a hangover? Please.
Another thrilling day at work awaits me, I can feel it. I've been getting to work early on Fridays, early as in 8:30 a.m. My luck on Thursday nights has been to find a parking spot in a Friday street cleaning zone, so I have to get out before 8:00 a.m. in order to avoid a ticket. And it seems that traffic down the peninsula on Friday mornings is considerably lighter than it is during the rest of the week, so it only takes me about 40 minutes to get here. That's OK, I guess. If I don't take a lunch break, I can leave early.
And that's my day.
Oh, Joyeux Jour de la Bastille à tous les Français autour du monde!
Would love to stay and chat some more, but I've got loads and loads of fun stuff to do today.
