it's not life that matters but the journey...

I was just rereading my post from last night. boy I must have been tired. at the end, I said that I was ignoring my pile of unpacked boxes. hmmmm... if they were unpacked, I wouldn't be ignoring them would I? of course I meant that all of my boxes were still packed. I haven't unpacked yet. but I'm sure everyone else figured out what I meant. it's only me who isn't making sense these days.

last night I was so happy that I actually had time - and food - to cook dinner. since Saturday we'd been eating fast food, and one can only take so much McDonald's, Wendy's and pizza.

I think we're going garage sale hunting this weekend. maybe some rich folks out in Schaumburg are getting rid of some nice furniture. let's hope!

anyway, back to work...

I've found the answer to my decorating and furniture dilemma:

Garage Sales of the Rich and Famous

do you think Cher's funky furniture would suit my new digs? except for the cost, I don't see why not!

my job is so so boring. I'm at risk of falling asleep right here on my desk.
why did they hire back another person who can the same job that I have been trained to do? there's nothing left for me to do now. except look for another job.

it's not even lunch time yet!!!!