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I have to agree with hank, I’m a little tired of blogging everyday.  Stupid IMBC.  After the IMBC is over I plan on blogging still, but not everyday.  It’s started to get old as soon as I started my job where I had to write 300 words about 83 different bra brands.  I have a master’s degree in repeating myself and a BS in BS.  I still like working there I just can't wait to be done with these damn brand write-ups, I’m at 29/83, it will most assuredly take the rest of the week.  But it will be a long week.

Today at work was the bra photo shoot. So the model was there and people were frantic and I had to steam a smelly piece of dupioni for a backdrop.  But that's it.  That is all the more involved I got in the photo shoot.  I was miffed but I got over it, because I was soon overwhelmed with bore and drudgery.  I didn’t do my yoga this morning so I was tired and longing to leave by 2pm instead of 3pm.  I was less productive that I like to be.  I felt like crap all day; I started my period too, which explains all the crying from yesterday.  I wonder if anyone notices my very regular hours at work.  I'm promptly there by 9am and promptly gone by 5pm.  I imagine no one cares.  One think I did accomplish today was the murder of a laptop.  The IT guy said, "I think it's just dead, or dying, yea, dead."  Lol, I killed it.  I saved all my documents then went away for lunch and I came back and it was off and refused to power up, I wiggled all the cords and nothing.  so I gott a newer Sony vaio with a bigger screen, thank god because I thought it was going to go blind.  so I continues with my bs'ing and plumping of previously written brand write-ups.  I start spacing off and stare at my caterpillar shaped scar on my left arm, then I start poking it and thinking.  I think I would rather have really cool scars rather than tattoos.  Then I started thinking about how I would get the scars.  My first scenario is of me camping and getting clawed by a wildcat or cougar.  Then I realize that I’m daydreaming wistfully about getting mauled by an animal just for the cool scars...  I really freak my self out sometimes.