i wished i didn't have to go to work because i was so in the mood and the setting for cleaning and writing and then writing more while cleaning [whereas usually i don't have a particular reason and therefore, don't actually care]. but i accepted my fate and psychologically readied myself with gusto and prepared myself for four hours of prancing around delivering food and subtle entertainment. i rarely do this. i suspect i should do this more often because upon finding mary had changed the schedule last night and i was no longer working, i was nearly disappointed. mainly, my plan to wear a different shirt to work was all in order and then foiled. but it's been revealed we are switching to this nice burgundy color i am wearing. because white shirts in restaurants are as flattering as they are practical.

i have an innate talent for losing an object no matter the shape the size the importance the time with which to lose it. but more often then not, if i search through my purse long enough for it, back and forth even though i know i've searched each pocket several times from corner to corner, i will find it. however, what i find to be missing while searching for the first missing object won't be unearthed for days.

thanks.