On the way to work this morning, I saw Starbucks does an "eggnog latte".

I don't know whether to *shudder* or *hurl*.

I'm praying the buttons hold out or we could be having a boob-o-rific situation on our hands.

1) I was late for work because my nice but mad hippy neighbour insisted on telling me how she had just decompacted her constipated dog. She's that mad that she didn't notice she told me twice in the same conversation. First conversation of the day ... so delightful.
2) My boss told me a story about my hometown that I didn't know (that one of the main tourist roads used to be a double-decker road, with another road underneath it). And he was in the oyster bar (that his grandparents used to own) on that street when he heard that Elvis had died.
3) He told me another story about someone who is coming to review our department in a couple of weeks - well, not about her, but if you search her name on the internet, it brings up some weirdazz dodgy sites (that's his excuse anyway).
4) I saw someone wandering through the department this morning who I know that I know (or at least knew) but can't think where the hell I know/knew he from. I think it might have been from my college but I'm not sure.
5) My bus pass turned up! (but I'm keeping my Queen of Forgetfulness crown)

The Evidence:
The saga of the lost bus pass came to a swift and unexpected close when it appeared in a brown envelope on Saturday morning.
The saga was re-opened when I came to use the pass this morning, only to find that I had lost it again.

Will have to dye my hair blonde and affect an inane giggle to fit with this emerging character trait. *giggles inanely for about ten minutes at nothing in particular, or perhaps at a small, fluffy animal doing something cute*

Perhaps I will be spontaneous tomorrow. I will plan to be spontaneous at approximately 2.43pm and the spontaneity may, or may not (but most likely may) include a little dance.

On other matters, I was in a little bus crash yesterday on the way home from work yesterday but at least my bus pass has turned up again (posted to me in a plain brown envelope) so if I am in anymore crashes this week, at least I won't have to pay for the privelege.

I like to think though that somewhere, in the great infinity of space, there is a me in a parallel universe who isn't so sensible and carpes the old diem all the time. I suspect however that she is being ridiculed for it as I write.

This year though, I was at my English Lit class so I left the honourable Judge by himself to hide under the duvet and pretend he wasn't in every time there was a knock on the door. I had thought about getting a witch's nose or vampire teeth or something and sitting with them on for the whole class, straight faced, not making a big deal about it but occassionally doing a scary face (which isn't hard with a mug like mine*) when the teacher wasn't looking - then I realised I wasn't 13 anymore.

* If you didn't notice this was an attempt of self-pity for everyone to go, "no, Spork, that's so not true. You have a lovely face. You're so beautiful..." blah blah blah. And just because I've pointed it out, doesn't mean you still shouldn't do it rather than making jokes about my "mug" being that scary that coffee won't go out with me even when it is drunk.

Everyone (well Plimsole and the Judge - the only people to have an opinion on the matter) was behind me moving because that is a sure thing (although not in the same way that happened in the later 1980s classy John Cusack film) and here I could be doing anything (kinda) but in the end, I put it down to the fact that there is more scope for progression / variation in jobs here and they're such a big department that they could cope with my wims (like possibly going to train to be a teacher next September) - whereas the other department would lose the senior 50% of their supporting workforce if I went.

I so hope I have made the right choice but I know, based on past experience (see my diary entries from Nov00-Feb01), that'll think I've made the wrong one about a billion times in the next few months. Hey, at least it'll give me something to write in my diary...