That would be me, yes.

April 15th, the day of taxes, is going to be a lovely day. 🙂

However, the coworker is going to be a little cranky, as that means I miss a major meeting the week before… sorry doll.

The Man has this thing about a new movie coming out called “Snakes on a Plane,” starring Samuel L. Jackson.

Fark.com does Photoshop contests regularly… and guess what one of their most recent ones was? That’s right, “Snakes on a Plane.”

The winner….

My personal favorite…

To the person in Australia who searched on Google: “my skin is turning black and my eyes have turned yellow i am sick what is wrong”

And ended up here, please leave a comment or go ahead and send me an email (theinsid@theinsideofmylife.com)

I, very fortunately, have access to some pretty good doctors.

Yeah.

I’m bored.

And I really, really want to be somewhere else.

You can’t tell, can you? 😉

In the span of three minutes there has been: a torrential rainstorm, a bright, sunny sky and rather large hail.

Washington weather… it’s really something.

I’m supposed to be booking my flight home (woohoo.. April 13), but you tend to get distracted when giant iceballs start smacking the window and four cats go batshit.

Argh. One point bloody seven!

Every other number is fine, but since my bili is still up, I’m stuck. Mind you, I’m not surprised at all—I actually thought it’d be at 1.9, .2 less is better than expected.

Completely different note.. has anyone been watching this new show The Unit on CBS? It’s really good.

My mom decided that while I was here, we should look into switching my car insurance from Progressive to a less-expensive company… you see, I originally was with this less expensive company, but I had a few… snafus, shall we say.

Anyway, three years has passed and so now it’s time to shop around… my mom loves doing this kind of thing. So, a pot of coffee, a couple of cookies and mum started dialing numbers (she first had to harp at my health insurance company and let me tell you, you missed out on something very, very special—she’s a firecracker).

The third number we called was the new insurance company (the one my parents use). We got a very pleasant, youngish guy who had to go over all my information with me… and while doing so, managed to share with me that he: used to live in Alaska (for 7 years), was in the military, hasn’t changed his plates from there (he lives in TX now), was divorced, went to Corpus Christi for Spring Break, has no kids and oh, by the way, is very single.

I got hit on by an insurance guy 2000 miles away this morning, while sitting at my mother’s kitchen table (while she muffled laughter), wearing pajamas, with a cat sitting on my lap.

My mom’s response after I hung up the phone… “Well, if someone starts stalking you, you’ll know who it is.. ’cause he has your home address and all.”

And then she laughed.

Cadbury eggs. Disgusting, yes, but disgusting in a drooly, delicious, yummy kind of way? Absolutely. 🙂

And did you know that they now make a 12-pack of mini Cadbury eggs?! Holy crap, they are wonderful. No goo on your hands (well, less anyway) and, y’know, there’s 12 of them.

(I also like candy corn.)

What’s your favorite? (And Moo will say “Peeps” and no offense dude, but gag. lol)

Well my bili only dropped .9, so unfortunately, it’s still not normal.

On the other hand, all of my other numbers have dropped out of the red.

My dad’s decided that I probably definitely have Gilbert’s, and this cold (and other stress, like work and not going home) will probably keep my bilirubin slightly elevated.

Lovely.

Now I get to go back to work and tell my boss that he can’t stress me out because I’ll turn yellow again. hehehe 😉

Well I’ve finally been found out. The people know that I’m in town and I’ve already had two phone calls and three emails today. Word spreads like the bloody plague around here, sheesh.

I’ve started looking for airfare to go home, so I’m still trying to slip out without having to see anyone. Sounds terrible, I know, but it’s really not. I’ll see everybody next time I’m in town.

One of the people who emailed me told me they had run into someone I used to know. Someone who knew about a little dream business I had, someone who I had talked about doing it with and someone who is now doing it… without me. And it was my dream.

That shouldn’t bother me, I suppose. I can still do it, but that’s not really the point now, is it?

I don’t know if I’m more upset because they’re doing it or because they’re doing it without me.

We launched another site today… oh the stress. I’m now coming down off a two-pots-of-coffee, up-at-7AM high… and I am crashing, lol.

Did you know that if you stop all caffeine/stimulants all together for two months, when you start back again, you’ve lost all your tolerance? I used to be able to down a pot of coffee and sleep like a baby. Now I’m jittery and will undoubtedly be wired for the rest of the night.

Perhaps I’ll see if I can go stalk that person on MySpace tonight (if they’re on there) and leave snippy comments about STEALING SOMEONE ELSE’S DREAM.

Ahem…::clears throat::

Not that I’m at all perturbed by that or anything.