Goodness

Sorry. There's just not much to write about that I can write about or want to write about.

Some uninteresting tidbits instead:

It's freezing in our office, and I mean FREEZING. The boiler in our building died (may it rest in peace), and the air condition has to keep running because of all the computers and computer servers in the building, so .... we freeze. It's about 61 degrees as I type this, and when your job entails eight hours of sitting and reading, that's just plain frigid. My hands are so cold they hurt.

Tonight, on top of my rather professional-looking dress, I've added a sweater (not so odd, but wait — there's more), fingerless gloves (which Josh so kindly said look more like toeless socks ...), fuzzy slippers that would make an acid trip even trippier, a handmade scarf (Kristie, you rock) and a shawl. Yes. A shawl. Give me a tin cup and I could easily panhandle on Grand Avenue. It'd be warmer out there.

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I love kissing. There's just nothing more that I can say on that subject.

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I hate having dental work done, but my dentist here in Laramie gets major props for a) nearly painless novocaine shots (except for the one time when she hit a nerve and I got better acquainted with the ceiling) and b) the speediest filling work I've ever experienced. It gives me more time to sleep off the coming-off-of-novocaine effects. Hurrah, Mrs. Dentist — hurrah.