For Rocky Mountain Striped Dancing Jumping Polka-Dotted Boredom Fever, there is no cure 2002-10-23 - 4:05 p.m.
Random song of the day: Led Zeppelin, "Kashmir"
Let me see. I actually had something witty and insightful to say earlier, but Diaryland seems to have eaten it. I guess now all I can do is blather on about nothing for a little bit. Stereotypes have a habit of being reinforced sometimes. Like that pesky one relating to me being boring. ;)
Hmm. Wait a minute. Yes. I hereby protest the coming of the cold weather. Summer, we hardly knew ye. Perhaps I will wear my little black dress to work tomorrow. We'd just have to see what would happen sooner: me getting sent home and/or fired for the extreme shortness and spaghetti-strappish nature of said dress, or the symptoms of my slight cold expanding to something dreadful, like pneumonia or West Nile or leprosy or the Bubonic plague. At any rate, cold = bad. 80 degrees and sunny year round = good. See you all in Tahiti. ;)
Well, that is the story of my life as it stand right now. This is stereotypically bored/boring Sarah, shutting up.