8760 little hours....
Since it's 10pm, and I'm still at work and haven't thought of an interesting thing all day, I thought I'd tell you, gentle reader, about my day. I woke up, not in my clothes, not in my apt., but on the floor of a co-worker's house after a 'fun' night, got to work at 9:30, had a mildly ineffective meeting with GS about who-knows-what, ate, continued the message board tiff with my roommate (haven't seen her since November, but having a fight through messages on the whiteboard,) developed an excruciating, weather-related headache, went to Indy with GS (meeting in the car, his turn signals are beeps,) picked up another co-worker that neither of us like too much (GS really took me to Indy with him so he didn't have to talk to DC on the way back,) went home, took a shower, went to luau, and came back to work.
This year at Luau, I was such the old person there. I didn't know any of the guests, didn't know half the freshman (are they with us, are they potentials?) and stood near the stairs doing the "Old person shuffle." But I did look hot.
Last year, at Luau, I had a date (Yay!) in an Atari shirt (double Yay!) and I knew people to dance with and most of everybody there. And I still looked hot.