Diary of--eh, missing people s*cks

Wow. Today, I accomplished virtually nothing at work. This is partially OK because I worked a ton this weekend and partially OK because I plan to work extra-diligently tomorrow, but mostly it's not OK because it's becoming a habit. I need to get my work done now, not defer it until tomorrow, or the weekend, or when magical leprechaun bunnies can complete it for me.

One of the sweet, sweet, tortures of leaving work late is the gently wafting smell of Indian food that assaults the senses as you leave the building. We're less than a block away from three more-than-decent Indian restaurants, so the aroma comes from all sides. Sometimes I really, really want to walk over and hold up (this would be accomplished with an imaginary weapon, I suppose, since I don’t keep a spare uzi in the bushes for this type of thing, more’s the pity) some customers for their dinner, the desire to EAT DELICIOUS CURRY NOW AND NO I CAN’T WAIT FOR MY OWN MEAL AND HOT DAMN!! I WANT A SAMOSA is that strong. Usually I scurry across the parking lot and drive off as fast as possible to leave temptation far behind, but I have been known, once or twice, to follow my nose and settle for takeout instead of a workout. Aaaaand now I'm hungry for Indian food. Great.

I have all this time at night that is not currently devoted to being on the phone. So much extra time! It turns out to be exactly one movie's worth of time, in fact. So I can say that The House of Flying Daggers is visually stunning, but otherwise a yawner (The twist! Is not that, er, twisty! And does not in fact make the film more interesting. Also, overly stylized fighting sequences are kind of boring at this point. But pretty, pretty scenery.) and that I Heart Huckabees is not adorable existential crisis strange, but annoying and weird and inane (without nearly enough pretty manflesh to make up for it) existential crisis strange.

I made my sis belly laugh tonight. Now, I'm a funny gal, but most of the time my particular brand of funny elicits snickers and giggles, rather than big, honking chortles. So to make a miserably pregnant girl, who was less than halfway through the night shift of a surgery rotation and already sounding more than slightly zombified, LOL was as decent an accomplishment as I could hope for today. Hmmm, perhaps I should be setting higher goals for myself.