
Hungover
Sometimes I feel awful when I’m dreading calling my mother. And then I feel even worse when I’m so relieved when I get her answering machine.

Finally loaded the pics from the Sonoma trip. Here’s the group of us that toured Mondavi.
Someone took my lunch from the fridge. It’s aggravating, but also a bit funny…I didn’t think that people actually did that. Now what?
Who knew that two of the sleepier DC suburbs were so dirty? I think the reason that Reston made the list is because Zippy Googles bad words all day at work.
The company I work for just hired our first ever female employee. Her first week just happens to coincide with our annual company dinner, so she’s going to meet most of us when we’re drunk and disorderly. I guess it’s a good test to see if a doe-eyed college hire can deal with us. I always imagined that it would be an older woman. One that can put up with us. Like when the President pushes his pen off his desk and then stares at you waiting for you to bend over and pick it up. Or how he always talks about how he needs a head secretary.
I smells lawsuits.