Damn You BST!

I wish that I had a funny story to share today. Instead, let us talk about the fact that we just changed to summer time here. So rather than wake up at 5:30 to get to work for a 7:00 meeting. I was up at 4:30, for all intents and purposes. I know that those who are used to long commutes and teaching and such are used to this. I am not, I get up as late as possible, I walk to work, I eat breakfast there; all in the name of sleep and comfort. I just can't imagine much worse that 4:30 wake up and not getting to bed until 12 or so. Its just inhumane.

That being said, we are having dinner at one of my fav little places in London tonight; I just wish it were warm enough to eat outside on their little cobblestone terrace.

Stupid Old Blighty.

Dodge The Bullet

So I get on the metro tonight and take out my book to read- so far, so normal. Then I glace up and see less than a foot away from me, a guy who looks kind of like a guy I sort of dated in college. Oh but wait, it was a guy that I kind of sort of dated in college. What to do, what to do? I could walk over and say hello and run the risk of opening a door that I have no desire to open, or I could just hide behind my book and pretend that I am unaware. Thank goodness for my book.



Damn you DC Metro for creating these awkward situations.

Drama Queen

I haven't been feeling that great this week. So much, that at one point this week, I told my flatmate that if I didn't wake up, she should tell the coroner that my stomach really hurt, like weird hurt.

You may laugh now. I was even laughing when I said it.

I wonder if everyone has those random moments when they're sick when they freak out and wonder if "this is it". It am sure that our friend Stacey does. Back me up, girl.

I am also on the count down for my trip home for Passover (and Easter...cause, nothing better than going out on the ATVs with some bourbon and pierogies!). I am trying to figure out what I can pack up and leave home at my parents storage unit and what I need to keep with me.

I definitely need to keep all my shoes. Right? (please say yes.)

Da Plane! Da Plane!

Its been a weird week in my household. My sister was here so I spent half my time at work and the other half running around town with her.

Also, someone I worked with for a long time died suddenly last week. It was so strange. I saw him that morning in the office, we were catching up since he works in the DC office and chatting and he was gone that night. So young, with young kids too. It was really horrible and everyone is just shocked and sad.

I flew to Sweden on Sunday on SAS, which is a hilarious airline, if you ever have the chance. They have cameras outside the plane so you can watch yourself take off and land. IT WAS AWESOME. Its been really clear in London so we watched ourselves like the Discovery Channel until we were at like 10,000 feet. I felt like a giant. The downside to SAS is that you pay for everything, even water, on the flight. I mean, really??! Really. Water. Also, if you happen to have curly brown hair as I do, you are the most exotic person on the plane. People looked at me. And not because I had a booger.

I am in Lund for a few days, one of the oldest cities in Sweden and I think its not only in architecture but also in spirit. There is NOTHING to do here at night. Luckily, there is beer. Also, I am pretty sure that a homeless man asked me out for coffee. Or he asked me to buy him a coffee, my Swedish is not so good.

I will pretend he asked me out. Cause its nice to feel pretty sometime.

Sleep Away Camp!!!

I feel like I am at sleep-away camp today. First, because I have been sharing a bed with my sister which brings back strange family holiday memories. But also we have been having a lot of giggles.

I also got a care package from Amber today. The great part about the care package is that its an awesome surprise and you never know what's coming. And Amber sends them for no reason. Because she is kick ass and is much better at than I am at the whole being generous and doing things "just because". Cause she's nice like that.

The bad part about the care package is that if you open it at work, you have to share. Homegirls are not getting anywhere NEAR my thin mints. I will defend them with my pointy high heels. I can kick shins with the best of them. I will share my M&Ms. And that is all bitches.

Bye-Bye Finn

Well imagine my surprise when I came home from work today to greet Finn and instead of finding my fish swimming around like a dog happy to see its master, I find my fish dead. Oh and I am not talking floating upside down dead, but laying next to his bowl on my counter dead. I screamed and ran to his side hoping that maybe he had just flopped out of his bowl and I could put him back in, but he was dried up and dead. (in fact he was kind of stuck to the counter-eww). Now this leaves one to wonder, did Finn commit suicide or did he just jump a little too high? Did my lack of being home to provide him with the proper care and support needed to fulfill his aquatic potential cause him to slip into a state of depression so intense that he decided to end it all? Or, did I accidentally kill him when I over filled his bowl making it impossible for him to determine how far up he could jump with out falling out of the bowl? Sadly, we will never know. All I do know is that Finn is forever gone and I'm a little sad about it. Time to break out the RIP cake.

Huzzah!

Lani is here! Lani is here! and its sunny.

That is all.