Do the Time Warp

Dude, this is, like, totally weird. It totally feels like a Sunday, but it's a Friday. I mean, Sunday night is my do-laundry-iron-a-week's-worth-of-scrubs time. But it's actually, as I mentioned before, a Friday.

That's the weirdness of having a run of days off in the middle of a working week, and then working the weekend (no, I don't care about working New Year's Eve/New Year's Day, because ushering in 2006 only means I'm that much closer to my mortal demise and becoming th... th... th... thirty. )

Funnily enough, I went out to a Thai restaurant a couple of weeks ago with my husband and a friend, and ordered a pina colada (because I'm a dork when it comes to ordering alcoholic beverages and insist on ordering frozen drinks in the middle of winter). The waiter kept saying weird things like, "You know that drink has alcohol in it, right?" and clueless me, I was all, "Yeah... sure." while thinking, rather rudely, "Duh. Isn't the alcohol the point of the entire drink?" until it slowly dawned on me that he thought I was a teenager trying to pass for a twenty-something. I even had to show him my license with my birthdate and everything beforehe would actually let me order the drink. And I swear he didn't put any rum in the drink, either, because I certainly didn't taste any. He probably thought I had a fake i.d., which strikes me as very funny since it's been years since I've actually had to worry about being carded.

Meanwhile, back to the grind tomorrow. Shhh! Don't tell any one, I'm actually getting bored of sitting at home. Can't. write. anymore. Must. watch. Vincent. D'onfrio. (even if it is a rerun I've seen before).