Speaking of Cubicles

If I were talking to you right now instead of typing, all you would hear is *sniff sniffle snot snot ahCHOOOOO* because I am sick as a dog. A small dog, perhaps, but sick nonetheless. hate it. I won't be going home til way after midnight too because I made plans a long time ago to go to the Assembly of Dust & Ryan Montbleau show in Teaneck, NJ (what? where? who knows) with Krista & the gang and it involves multiple forms of transportation. Love the bands, but they're having a hard time getting me through this day.

The Jay show sounded AMAZING- I so hope the one here is as good, and that I can find someone to go with me so I'm not stuck trying to befriend people who don't want any more friends like last time.

Things of note here:
Yesterday I went to a taping of The Daily Show with Jon Stewart, with Boot. It was awesome to see Jon & the production, esp. as I had until then never been to any kind of show, taping, live, or otherwise. What was not awesome was that we had to wait for almost two hours between the time they told us to be there and the time it actually started. S'ok though, it was worth it- even though I highly doubt you'll see me on TV. Watch tonight at 8 anyways, it was hilarious.

Also yesterday, current office crush hollered out his cubicle when he heard me talking to someone in the hallway, which was funny and nice. No other interesting tidbits on the love front though.

Speaking of cubicles, I just realized this morning how utterly bizarre and disconcerting it is to be walking through your office and hearing all these different voices coming from seemingly nowhere, as all you see are beige fabric covered walls. It's like the cubes are talking to you or just talking in general since usually there are about 5 different conversations happening at once. Even sitting at my desk I always hear this Indian woman talking like 10 decibals above everyone else, and the weird part about it is I know all these people's voices, yet I have never met them. Why? Because they are all hiding in their cubicles! Or they don't exist! Either one.

I don't want to go to lunch, I want to go to sleep. Unfortunately, the best option I can think of is going to the Barnes & Noble and curling up in a chair, if I can find one. Even this involves going back out in the rain. Bah humbug I want to be a hermit but I have to pretend to be cool and have a life and go out on a Friday night.... even if it is only to Teaneck.

xoxoxoxoBon