Happy Halloween! Last year at this time I was still in Atlanta. Didn't celebrate at all. No costume, no parties, nothing. I was getting ready to move here. Trying to get all my stuff packed. Trying to sell the condo. No job. No money. Totally sober and stressed out. Bad times.

It's been a year. I have a job now. The condo did eventually sell. I'm wearing a costume, not sure about a party. Some of my stuff is still packed. Still broke, but not as stressed out. Having a better time this year. Looks like it's going to be another sober Halloween, but there's always the weekend.

Best. Switch. Ad. Yet.

Wooo... I want to make these Cupboard Doors. I wish I had seen this when I had the condo... I'm going to add it to my list of cool things to do when I get another place.

Brraawww-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!! Worst. Halloween. Costumes. Ever.

Nevermind, they are back now.

<--- Again, the archives seemed to have taken a vacation. Maybe they are on the beach somewhere, drinking margaritas and eating nachos. Maybe I should join them. Not like there's anything interesting in them, but I like to know where they are at all times.

[edited because the post was stupid, I'd like to plead drunken blogging, but unfortunately that would mean I would've been drunk at work, and I don't do that anymore. It tends to be 'frowned upon' here at the current company...]

Also debating whether or not to get some KFC for dinner tonight. I've been craving it ever since someone brought some in for lunch last week. It's been awhile since I've had some extra crispy goodness. And if I remember correctly, they used to have some sort of dinner deal on Wednesdays. This was about 7 years ago, but maybe it's still there. I probably should go, just to settle that question.

Debating whether or not to wear a costume to work on Halloween. I get the vibe that no one really does that sort of thing here. But it would be the one day I could get away with wearing something fun. And since 'they' think I'm weird here anyway, I wouldn't be damaging my 'professional' reputation. [snicker snicker] If I decide yes, then I'll have the desicion of what costume to wear... more stress. Maybe I'll just bag the whole thing and come as a disillusioned, frustrated genX'er who is facing her 30s in a low paying, dead-end nowhere job and who is moving back in with her parents in 2 months. With no good prospects in site... wow, that might really just be a little bit too close to home for me. Maybe I'll wear a wig to make it farther away...

And speaking of costumes, why does everyone think that wearing a clear garbage bag filled with balloons is like the cleverest costume ever? I remember my mom suggesting it to me when I was 7ish and even back then I thought it was really stupid. I think that was the year I went as a princess... tinfoil covered stick and all...

Why, why are they standing right outside my office door talking about stupid shit. Their backs are to me so it's not like they are watching me, but why does right there seem like a good spot to chit chat. They have been there for about 15 minutes now. I wonder if there is a category on my time sheet for keeping track of how long people talk outside my office for.

Whew. It's finally done. And I'd like to take a moment to curse the horror that is Netscape. I would've been done so much earlier, if it wasn't for that bastard browser. Now I can sit around and stress myself out until I hear back from the client, who has no idea what I've done.

Sometimes weeks will go by, and nothing happens, then there are weeks like this one, that everything that you could think of happening, happens. Whew. Stick a fork in me, I'm done. The big thing is the freelance gig I picked up a few days ago. First one in a long time. The only thing is I grossly underestimated the time it would take to complete. Either that, or I got really carried away in my excitement. I think it might be a combination of both. And this is not a complaint in anyway shape or form. It's so wonderful to be able to actually design something for someone. :) Good times.

So in all this chaos of things to get done, my body totally betrays me and gets feverishly sick. I've been mainlining echinacea mixed with Advil Cold and Sinus. Drinking V8 juice all the time, etc. I think it might have worked, because I do feel a little better, not 100%. But I say, f-you cold virus, I'm still going to happy hour. I'm sure I'll do all sorts of damage to my immune system this weekend. But if I can make through to Sunday, I'm good. I'll be back in the office on Monday relaxing and recovering from the drunken debauchery.

How have I not seen Monster Garage before??!!!?? I just got done seeing it fot the first time. I watched them turn a porshe into a golf ball collecter. Dave must be freaking out right now... Man, shows like that make me want to go learn how to be all mechanical and shit.

Yep, Friday was date night. Dinner at Maria's and a movie at Tinseltown. Maria's is a mexican restaurant that's in the back of a church in Webster. Good place. They even had Corona Light. The movie was kind of spur of the moment decision. We saw the Knockaround Guys. Not the best movie ever, but Vin Diesel was cool. I had a lot of fun. The conversation was good, and this guy seems pretty cool. Normally, when I go out with a guy, there are usually big red flags that go up. Such as: has a girlfriend, total psycho, born after Star Wars came out, recovering alcoholic, lots of kids, separated, etc... There were none of these red flags last night. Good times. I hope we go out again.

Looks like Friday is going to be date night. Dinner, some drinks (hopefully) = Good times. It would've been tonight, but hey, the Bachelor's on, don't want to miss that... [/sarcasm]

So far so good. The big meeting went well last night. I was so nervous. I hate hate hate meeting new people for the first time. (especially in a sober setting) Get all nervous and anxious and crap. But it was cool. He seems like good people and I think I might have myself a date this week... :)

It's joke time!

Why do ducks have webbed feet?
To stamp out fires.
Why do elephants have flat feet?
To stamp out burning ducks.

Brawww-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!!!!!!!!

Friday's are the slowest email days. I hardly ever get emails from anyone on Fridays. This is something I've been noticing for awhile now. I wonder why. Fridays are usually the days when I have more free time than usual and I keep checking my email obsessively for something to reply to and NOTHING. Not even any of that porn spam.

Wow. Someone who is having some of the same experiences I am with online personals. Actually, it sounds like she's having better luck than me. Cool, another blog to add to the list.

What a coincidence, I got my second visitor from Google. This time the search was "fucking marathon." Nice. Maybe I should clean up my language here. I was number 4, below a bunch of pervert porn sites. I bet whoever it was, was severely disappointed when he clicked my link...

I got my first visitor from Google. The search words were, "i stopped drinking will my liver be ok" This is funny to me.

Out of all the nicotine withdrawl symptoms that I'm experiencing, I have to say my favorite is the lightheadedness. It's almost like I'm high, but not really. I wish that symptom would last as long as the irritability, fatigue, shakes and crankiness does. And this is only day 3.

And hopefully, this will be one of the last of the smoking-related posts. I'm getting really bored with them.

"What they don't seem to get is that the key to living the good life is to avoid that brass ring like the fucking plague." I love The Onion.