really, my work day is not so different from my day at home.



except what i am wearing (blue t-shirt, no bra, blue checked shorts, rumpled hair, no makeup, glasses, pink striped socks, Tevas)





i still make the blog rounds, check and answer email, drink coffee, go to the bathroom.



what sucks, though, is I left the Garden State CD at work.



and I had to make lunch for little other people.



and I keep getting propositioned by this young, handsome dude wearing only white briefs to come sit on the couch with him and watch cartoons.