Friday, July 27, 2001

Feel the love, as I Pack Myself. Day Five.

Now children, I don't want you to try doing that colorrific stuff just like I did. It'll hurtcha. Trust me.

At any rate, let me tell you, this is how my birthday started out. I couldn't get outta bed. 8AM. Alarm goes off. I am to be at work at 8:30. I lag, I LEAVE at 8:40. Get to work around 9:15. I get a message from my boss' boss' boss' assistant (yes do the org chart) who is singing happy birthday to me...He CAME BY to give me a present, but I wasn't around. Oh geez. I'm so busted.

I have none of my assistants in yet. That means I have to sit here and humor myself until 1 when they come in, and THEN I go to lunch. Sheesh kids, what is a Voodoo to do?

Last night I wound up staying up late talking to some friends, watching the characters on The Sims slap themselves silly, drink up the supply of tonight's beer for the party, and packing more stuff. Now my room is feeling very very empty, but nonetheless, things are cool. Last night I also got a few hang ups, and that's always annoying, but oh well, sometimes my stalkers/fans get a little too emotional for me. Come on, just leave a message, and it'll all be good.

For now, I must go back to work/play/surf the net. Talk to you all soon,

V o o d o o