soundtrak: nightmares on wax :: deep down

- i did not want to come into work this morning, but somehow last night, over the phone, MD convinced me. i woke up at my ungodly hour and stayed in bed, watching the sun rise.
- it felt like somebody else driving to work today, cutting off all those people. i couldn’t have done it better myself, thinking. it was amazing.
- i will play a song to death if i love it. over and over and over again until i can’t stand it anymore. love it to death. this is the only song i’ve played this morning. my earphones finally kirked out on me. i already ordered the same exact ones on amazon.
- i watched MD eat breakfast this morning and the pastry chef, who was sitting at a table near us, started to hit on me. he asked me my name; i said susan. then i hid my id badge under my shirt. i said no when he asked if he could call me sometime, but i thanked him for the attempted flirting (not as in “no thank you” but more like, “no, but thank you.”)
- T and i talked about pies this morning. i asked him what pie flavored cookies were and our conversation jetted off. “i’d rather have pie,” he said. and instead of saying that ‘pies would be hard to ship, i think.’, because he would get jealous at the fact that i’m sending another guy a care package (even though he wouldn’t admit it), i say, “what kind of pie?”

morning’s over. back to your regularly scheduled jobs.

peace.