  Took me two hours to get ready today. After the HM post last night, you might think I was curling each individual eyelash.
Not so. I just didn't want to get ready. I don't want to work today. This is not a working Sunday where I'm feeling far behind or working on some project with an impending deadline. This is a "one day this weekend, come into the office and..." working Sunday. I am debating about packing up all the shit I have to go through and just taking it home so I can smoke, have a drink and do it in peace. Besides, my office gives me the creeps when I'm there alone. I swear I hear voices (different from the voices I often hear inside my head)...the office was once a daycare center for the property we are located at, and Banana Pillow said she always thought it was haunted by the ghosts of the children who used to attend daycare there. I'm not really sure about that since we didn't kill the children or have a fire in which all inside were trapped and died some horrific death. We just made them all go to another daycare center. But I do hear voices when I'm there by myself.
I think for safety and sanity's sake, I would be better off working on the shit at home. In my boxer shorts. Visiting with Fabulous Dianne. A good time was had by all last night, except possibly for V, who did not get a nap and who is stressed. Dianne and Lisa (my two favorite babes) had a blast. We got it all on video since V was there filming the band, even the rather silly and possibly frightening dance I made Dianne do with me. I think our bar tab was about $120, so Vicente, I'll give you some cash later on this week when you get back from KC.
We drank entirely too much last night. Or maybe that was just Dianne and me. Heading out now, looking very unfashionable, to go grab my crap at work and go. I'm just going to sing loudly to myself while I'm there so I don't notice the voices. Too bad that doesn't work with the ones in my head. C 2004 your-non-girlfriend.com 
