I normally save blogging for the last hour of my work day but today is just one of those days. I can't seem to concentrate. I don't know if my coffee is too week, if the one margaritta I had last night has made me sleepy, if the dreary overcast weather has sucked my energy, or if I have a severe case of adult A.D.D. It's like the women in the commercial who can't concentrate during her meeting but different. I am not meeting with anyone and instead of doing the stack of work I have from the ivy leaguer I have taken to browsing the internet. I have looked at my favorite online music mag, browsed the sale items at Jcrew, emailed some people, laughed at the funny picture of the boy and the dog I have saved on the desktop, and now I blog.

I am growing my hair out and I am beginning to think it looks like a mullet

I haven't been answering my phone when people call me and then I don't return their phone calls right away. At the same time, I have been complaining to the boy lately about not having any friends.

I take the dog to a dog park everyday and she goes crazy. She is a boxer pitbull mix and she kicks ass. Not only is she steadfast and true but she can wrestle with the best of them. In addition, she is the most popular dog at the park. She's super rambunctious and active so all the owners lover her because their dogs get exercise from chasing her. All of the other dogs lover he because she KICKS ASS! My dog rules.

Why do I find listening to NPR depressing but listening to Nick Drake uplifting? Is it because I know that no matter what happens in my life I could never be as depressed as he was?

Why is gas so expensive?

Highlight of the Day: It's cold enough in my office that I can wear my favorite hoody over my t-shirt. This is a perk when you live where I do because this time of year in ungodly hot

Lowlight of the Day: My coffe is definitly not strong enough. I added too much water to the coffee this morning and now it is way too weak. Have I mentioned that my coffee sucks? Now I am going to have to go next door to the cafe and buy coffee from the super creepy, overweight, sweaty, twenty year old kid who can't even make eye contact with me due to his obsession with staring at my breasts. It makes me SO uncomfortable that I can barely make a purchase without running out screaming. Not to mention he has a strange odor that I cannot seem to define.