I'm eating store-brand lemon yogurt. My feet stink a little. I have been busy at work today, so my eyes are dry. I'm listening to the B-52's. I'm glad I don't live in Port-au-Prince.
It's a sunny day, from the looks of the sliver of sky I can see from my window; the majority of my view is of the parking garage. I'm still happy to have a view. I'm going to my favorite Chinese restaurant for dinner tonight. I have no other plans for the weekend. I wonder if I should come up with something to do.
I sort of want a cigarette, but not badly enough to do anything about it. It's hard to write this because I keep getting funny e-mails from friends. I'm wearing pink. I don't usually. My cuticles look like hell. My office is a mess again.
I just finished the yogurt. It was tasty.