under the weather.

i came left work today at 10:45 am. i was not feeling well, and was certainly not being productive, so i informed terri, and left. she told me to call when i got home, but i didn't, and i feel extremely guilty about it even though i knew i wouldn't call anyway. i'm so weird that way. this past year i got pretty good at just doing things i didn't want to, to get them over with. there's something odd about the both rigid and lax haze that permeates the adult/working world. i am my father's daughter, working in his former office, where half of the employees watched me grow up, i'm getting paid, and terri was worried about me so asked me to call when i got home. i'm literally cringing with guilt. i suppose i could still call, but i won't. it's too complicated for me to think about right now.

i didn't check the train schedule until i got to the platform and had more than an hour to kill before my train got there, so i went and bought ali and britta's birthday presents. i can't decide, though, if i want them to be back-to-school presents or birthday presents, though. i found these fabulous mugs at anthropologie - i am obsessed with mugs - that have single, almost gothic letters on them. i got an "A" for ali and a "B" for britta. but carolyn likes mugs, too, and i also want one for myself, so i want to get her an "I" and me an "S" so we can tell ours apart, and if everyone has one except for her and then i give it to her in october? i don't know, it seems a little weird. so now i'll have to think of something for everyone's birthday.

i watched "pulp," with michael caine. a fantastic movie.


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