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As I settled into my desk this morning in the office, I got this strange feeling I'd just been here... maybe because I'd just been here. I am so tired. I am swilling coffee. My VP just stopped by my office and we pretended like we enjoy talking to each other. I hope it wasn't too transparent... my wit is dulled from lack of sleep. My office is cluttered. I need to do laundry at home... and pack for my weekend. I'm hungry. I'm just bitchy in general this morning. As if mornings didn't suck enough as it is... mornings subsequent to late nights that didn't involve anything fun are the worst. Which is interesting to me... why an early morning after staying up for work is more difficult than an early morning after a night of non-work and fun... I think it's psychological, but maybe I could get a few million in government grants to hold a study. They give money away for all kinds of shit. I could probably get money to research the emotional repercussions a zucchini feels after being told it is fat while watching Happy Days reruns if I wanted to... the US government never ceases to amaze me. So, I found out this morning that Continental Airlines (now officially ICSB) charged me $202 to change Sean's ticket on the 2nd when he flew back to Houston to catch his LA connection. This brings the total to: $285.00 for ticket that they wouldn't let me use because of their security policy (total bullshit) even after they (Continental agent) told me I could + $202.00 for changing Sean's flight after they ticketed us on another flight without telling us + $168.00 for one way back to Houston to unfuck situation surrounding ticket they wouldn't let me use = $655.00 wasted American dollars due to Continental Airlines and their fucking ridiculous ICSB staff and slowly spiraling to shit policy. Where do I even begin to raise hell about this? One thing that bothers me is my inability to find the original confirmation that shows mine and Sean's flight to leave at 11:30... something I know I had because I printing a million schedule calendars using it. Oy vey! It is cold this morning in Houston. I feel colder here than I did in Colorado because of the humidity. Brrrrrrr! In my sleepiness this morning, I dressed myself in short sleeves. Idiot. I am contemplating pouting boiling coffee on my exposed skin to fight this creeping hypothermia. I would kill for a hot tub right now. What if you could just snap your fingers and replace morning visits from Vice Presidents, sleepy and thick morning thoughts, cold and uncomfortable morning chill, and hours of workday filled with tedium with things like big beds with overstuffed comforters, champagne, dark chocolate dipped fresh strawberries, and hot tubs filled with bubble bath soap. *snap* *snap* fuck. *snap* This is not working. Maybe if I hit myself in the head with a hammer?