pre-halloween phun

i think today is an extension of a very bad yesterday, when i worked through the previous night, went home at 9am, took a shower, fell asleep in my bathrobe, and woke up freezing cold cuz this weather just plain sucks. after i dragged my ass to the grocery store due to lack of food in fridge, i was so out of it i tripped over what turned out to be absolutely _nothing_ and skinned my ankle and bruised my knee. (i think the last time i fell and skinned myself was in 7th grade when i tripped over julie yoshioka in mr. dugan's pe class.) then my bathroom flooded and i had to clean it up. the only good part was that i was finally able to put my subscription of the wall st. journal to some use. since i didn't come back to work after i went home in the morning yesterday, i actually got enough sleep last night. so why is it i woke up with a headache? i hate this; this is driving me insane and i can't get anything done.
halloween party across the hall is great though. people have spectacular costume ideas. and now the entire floor of our building reeks of beer.
tomorrow i get to carve a pumpkin. yay! i have to find a good picture of a buff dude first though.

i think my white shirt is cursed

73.92% +/- 0.01% of the time i wear this white shirt i spill food/drink on myself. this time it was hot cocoa and, unfortunately, my sweater got in the way. hot cocoa is apparently very persistent though. it still managed to stain my shirt, and i think, to make up for the parts it wasn't able to stain due to the poor sweater, it also went on my jeans. that just really does not look good. thank god it's night and there's no one here to see. i really ought to stop wearing this white shirt unless i want my wardrobe to reflect that of a panhandler. poor me, you say? yeah, i think so too.

our building manager

yeah, it's great that we had all our locks updated to those spiffy numeric keypad ones. but really, couldn't you at least tell us the new code to the vending machine room? how'm i supposed to eat the overpriced junk in there if you don't tell me the code? tell me the code! please...