Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 3:44 p.m.
Greetings,
It’s the last day of September and I’m falling asleep at my desk. Waves and waves of sleep threaten to stupefy me for the rest of the afternoon.
I would love to go home and crawl into bed. I think I am still sleep deprived from this weekend’s activities.
It is really fall here in New Orleans. It’s actually cold enough outside for me to need a sweater if I’m going to be out there for a prolonged length of time. At least it was this morning.
Tommy came out the front door of Crescentwood, drew in a deep breath of satisfaction and said, “AHHHHHH!” before descending the stairs to the sidewalk.
We are listening to Halloween music on CD in Kharis on the drive in this week.
Three days until I decorate for Halloween.
I have to go to Petco tomorrow night for more puppy pads. Meow goes through 2 a day, goddamnit. But they work, so I will keep buying them.
Two more hours until I am liberated from my cubicle. I have been industrious this week so far and have cleared my desk of all possible work. I even emptied my paper recycle bin.
I believe that there will be a change in my life soon. I’m doing much to effect it.
I never did report back about whether Curtis the gay hairdresser remembered me or not.
Turns out he did. He even remembered what products he told me to use and quizzed me on whether or not I followed his orders.
I really love my haircut too. It’s shorter than the first time he cut it, but still just brushes my shoulders. Next time I’ll get it a bit shorter I think. Who knows?
Well, I can’t think of a frickin’ thing to say today, so I’m not even going to bother trying to write anything else today.
Until next time,
Olrun
