"Hot town, summer in the city" was a Metro headline this morning, so the song
's been stuck in my head intermittently all day.
Writing the Subject line of my last post I was struck by how reminiscent it is of all the guys I've crushed on. Not sure how I feel about this. (Part of my reaction is a simple, "Brain -- or whatever's responsible for this -- do you never learn?" Like, could I find somebody who's sweet and with whom a relationship would actually be a good idea?)
Eric and I were playing 6 Degrees again and I got Jude Law in 2 via Sky Captain
Eric: "I was look at older movies. Ones that tended to suck less."
me: "Hey, Sky Captain
Eric: "If by fun you mean two hours of torture worse then ripping off your own toenails, then yes, it was fun. It was a blast."
me: "Whoa now. It wasn’t a good
movie, but it wasn’t that
Eric: "I’d rather have a colonoscopy."
"Always look on the bright side of life.
Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition
I stayed just a wee bit late wrapping up scheduling stuff (big relief) and changed my voicemail message and set up an e-mail auto-response.
Waling to the Square I bumped into Michelle (heading to the Science Center for her night class). Elk head story = awesome. I do miss working in that unit.
Did I mention the gorgeous weather? This morning it was still a bit overwarm for my taste (though I was v. grateful for the significant temperature decrease since the previous day) but after work it was just gorgeous. The apartment could still use some cooling off, but it's fine.
Still to do:
+ selecting clothes
+ making sure I have all the papers I need (flight info, hotel phone #, etc.)
All I need is four days worth of clothes and of course I'm thrown back into "I don't like any of my clothes." (Okay, that's not entirely true. I have one shirt I know I'm bringing. One down, three+ to go.)
::sings Jewel's "Good Day" to self::