November 19, 2007 | Filed under: Because They Pay Me, Is She Still Talking?

Bullets. Because thinking in full paragraphs is just too taxing today.

• Sigh. Did you know it’s the holidays? Somehow it became the holidays while I was away, and I’m still playing catch-up here. November wha? Thanksgiving is this week?
• I drove my car for the first time in weeks. It was WEIRD.
• I am still digging myself out of a two-week-deep hole at work. The first day, I thought to myself, “I’m never taking another vacation again!” The second day, I realized a far better solution was to give up the work thing, in favor of always being on vacation. I’ll let you know how that works out.
• I am making progress on the picture front and the story-telling front, but my gosh, is it slow going. The overabundance of work-related work is not helping matters much, as I now spend my evenings working instead of photo editing. Someday…
• I managed to contract an exotic skin disease while traveling (my money’s on leprosy), which reached its zenith over Veteran’s Day weekend. Of course. Because what fun is it if you can actually get a doctor’s appointment within 72 hours? I spent several days complaining that “my jeans are touching me! Make them stop!” and debating how much harm I would cause by attempting an at-home skinning. A real highlight, I tell ya.
• I may have French kissed my entire shoe collection, whispering sweet nothings to each pair about how special they are and how much I missed them. Oh, the joy of not having to choose between my running shoes and my Walking Around Europe shoes!
• Even more than having access to my full wardrobe, I am really enjoying being back in California, where it is 65 degrees and doesn’t feel a bit like November. Makes it hard for me to remember that it’ll be dark out when I leave my desk, that football season is winding down, and that it really is nearly Thanksgiving, but life’s pretty good when you don’t need to grab a coat in the morning.
• Yesterday I found myself craving sausage. And by “sausage” I mean … no, seriously, I mean sausage. Sickos. Sadly, Sacramento wasn’t settled by a bunch of Germans like Milwaukee was, so I’m going to have to work to satisfy this sausage urge. Salami would probably do, but I think what I really want is bratwurst. My dad would be so proud.
• Finally, a gratuitous Europe photo to distract you from the utter lack of content. Though, knowing you guys, you’ll probably just demand more. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.

Click through to see the picture in its original size.
Much more impressive than what you see here.

1. Leandra says:
   

   Maybe French kissing the shoe collection is what caused the exotic skin disease? Hope that’s on the wane!

   Nice photo. I love the reds and oranges.

   November 20th, 2007 at 8:59 am
2. badgergirl says:
   

   I love the picture. So pretty.

   November 20th, 2007 at 12:17 pm