You like those Red Light District tights, eh?
Anyway, my day:
Roll into work (early, as usual), and catch up on my Salon.com Broadsheet reading. Discuss a project that was back-burnered with boss, and start it back up with a sudden 3:00 deadline. Work with fury. Take lunch. Work with fury. More than meet deadline, but discover new issues that need to be fixed. New deadline: sometime tomorrow. Go to meeting until end of day. Take would-be donated shoes, skirt, and top from boss. Niiiice.
I now have a serious stomachache (stomach ache? stomach-ache?), probably from eating the same thing for dinner as I ate for lunch today and dinner yesterday. Damn financial woes! I wonder if Steve got me Flamin' Hot Cheetos when he went to Wawa last night...
I DID, however, have probably THE most delicious pomegranate of my life last night, thanks to the woman that provided me with 9 months lodging in her womb. I almost blogged about the pomegranate-- and only the pomegranate-- last night before bed. Since I didn't: You're welcome.
Some things I'm looking forward to (in the near future):
+Pushing Daisies and Project Runway on backtoback tonight!
+Friday's luncheon with Hydeia Broadbent.
+Seeing Enchanted on Friday with my coworker, Diana.
+Going to a CD/DVD/book swap in Philly on Saturday.
+My interview with a dance company for a position as an outreach dance instructor at a local YMCA (Saturdays, starting in January; pre-ballet and jazz).
+BOBBIE AND JAY COMING TO VISIT!