Not too tired to be inspired, but too lazy to do anything about it

There is The Westin Hotel across the street from my building at work. Occasionally, you will see naked people hanging out (literally) in their rooms. You would think that they would realize that there is a very large building across the street with windows, so someone can probably see them in their birthday suit. I guess they don't care.

The mood I am in today is just so wonderfully weird.

I read on a blog somewhere that there is a tag you can get online (as in "tag, your it!") where you grab the book that is closest to you, turn to page 28, and post the third paragraph on your blog. Sounds interesting. Of course, the closest book to me is "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass" by Lewis Carroll because I am re-reading it for inspiration. Page 28, paragraph 3; here it goes:

"I'm sure I'm not Ada, " she said, "for her hair goes in such long ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all; and I'm sure I can't be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, oh, she knows such a very little! Besides, she's she, and I'm I, and - oh dear, how puzzling it all is! I'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is - oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate! However, the Multiplication - Table doesn't signify: let's try Geography. London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the Capital of Rome, and Rome - no, that's all wrong, I'm certain! I must have been changed for Mabel! I'll try and say 'How doth the little - ' " and she crossed her hands on her lap, as if she were saying lessons, and began to repeat it, but her voice sounded hoarse and strange, and the words did not come the same as they used to do: -

Well, that's all of paragraph 3. But I bet you're curious as to what she was about to recite. Would you like to hear the rest? Okay, here you go:

"How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

"How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!"

I love this book. It's full of nonsense. Yay!!!! Tag!! You're it!

Last night Jess and I went to his haunted house (he had the night off) and went through it with our friend John. He comes out here every October to work at the Asylum. He is leaving tomorrow to go back home to the U.K. so we wanted to hang out with him before he leaves.

We also went to another haunted house called Frightmare (where, incidentally, Jess used to work); I realized how much better the acting at the Asylum is than Frightmare. The guys at the Asylum (including Jess and John) emphasize the importance of the actor's performance and not just rely on props and weapons. Frightmare's setup was awesome, but (some of) the actors just seemed really lethargic. No energy; I didn't even pretend to be scared. No pity scream for you!

Afterwards, we went and saw "Quarantine" at the Promenade. I really shouldn't have stayed up that late, but the movie was awesome. I'm just really mad at the people who made the previews, though, because they showed a vital part in the freaking preview! You're not supposed to show too much. It gives the end of the movie away! Jerks!!

Now I am tired. And my mind is wandering.

Ah, crap! I just spilled water on myself.

When I woke up on Sunday morning, I was greeted by crepe paper streamers and balloons. Jess had stayed up late after working the haunted house to decorate for my birthday! He is irreplaceable. And I'm pretty lucky, even though sometimes I want to shoot him with my point-of-view gun (watch "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy). It was very sweet, but the next day he was very sleep-deprived. Poor thing!

I only have two years till I am 30. I got up out of my chair a second ago to get some water and my hips and both knees popped all at once. I feel old.

Is it 5:00 yet? I really want to go home and take a nap.

I really, really despise the phone. I know that is horrible, considering I am a receptionist. But I don't care. All day long, the phone keeps ringing, usually while I am in the middle of something, and nine times out of ten it is some solicitor or person who hardly speaks any english and I can't understand a word they are saying. I wish I had a device that only allowed "real" calls to come through. It would save me so much trouble.

I have made (as in crocheted) quite a few friends and am anxious to make some more, possibly from my own designs. If they are popular at all, I will have to make quite a lot. I should make some for me as well, because I can't give them all away. I should probably make some scary ones, because Jess has said he doesn't want the wedding to be too girly. Hence, scary stuff. Of course, I have to admit that I don't find my little vampires that scary.


Argh!!! There goes the phone again.

I am so tempted to go in to the empty conference room and take a nap under the table. I wish I could, but I think I would be missed. Especially if the phone keeps ringing and I don't answer it. Meh.

It's 4:00!!! Tea time!!

I really feel like I should be doing something right now. But I don't really have a lot to do. Expect this stack of files to be proofed that Juli told me to take my time with. What's that you say? Don't worry about doing it right now? Go ahead and goof off on your blog? Well, Ok. If you insist. My job is so hard sometimes *giggle giggle* That is until the phone rings for the millionth time.