I have sent so many texts, emails, IMs and MySpace messages in the last couple days that have gone unanswered that I’m starting to question my own existence. Did I die and I don’t remember? Am I an invisible vestige of my own soul floating around trying to live my normal existence but no one can see me or hear me? If I am, then why would I torture myself my by having shitty nights at work? Shouldn’t I at least create a better fake existence for myself?

It was actually almost chilly last night, but this morning it’s lovely, perfect weather. Upper 60s/low 70s, breezy, sunny PERFECTION. I took a quick break at work this morning, went and sat in the sun on the porch and painted my toenails. Now I’m walking around the office barefoot, which feels sort of spring-like and lovely too.

Do I need a huge thing of butterscotch hard candies on my desk? No. Do I have any willpower to prevent me from eating all of them? No!

I need more spring icons.

I might give my little toe to be able to spend the rest of the day lying in the grass reading.