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i will collapse tomorrow. i will. i hope. alvin's heading to muse tomorrow night and i vow to be far far away from him when he calls.

get to go to the design studio tomorrow and see our new product line, yay! will also meet the design team and see our other location, which is rumored to be really nice, with a garden. i have to say, as much as i used to butt heads with our creative team in the past, i really do prefer to work in a more creative-firm environment. things are more fluid - the sense of time, the fashion. people appreciate the efforts you put into your earrings. there's one guy at work that compliments me daily about some aspect of my outfit - today it was my shoes - but it's in this really odd, formal (singaporean?) manner that just functions to make me uncomfortable and i'm convinced is to throw me off so he can steal my pens. i used to work in an office filled with gay men who had pink dress shirt day and would notice every aspect of your outfit, or if you got more layers cut into your hair. i guess i have to adjust to not being around that, but it'll be the first time in 7 years, really.

just got home. so tired, but with a hyper undercurrent that i'm trying to quell. i know as soon as i sit for a bit i'll be fine and will be able to sleep. slamming myself into a work schedule has basically meant that i'm fighting back with espressos. we have this fully automated, ultra nice espresso machine in the kitchen that makes me lovely little beverages in about 45 seconds with just the push of a button. the wonders of modern inventions. and how oh so bad they are for me.

my mind is going into a warp because i'm so used to my vaio and its interface and functionality, and just the layout of the keyboard. i'm being corrupted by the stupid work thinkpad and so i find myself bending space, time, and spoons trying to figure out where the holy hell the correct keys are for each. my brain does not toggle via alt + tab.

we were talking tonight about how much we miss costco. my dad goes for the sole purpose of grazing on food samples. i like to hit up the electronics, the books, the dvds, and the pre-made party dip aisle. also, the clothes are always a fun adventure because you never know what kind of high-rise, super tapered mid-tone denim you'll find there. or oversized ralph lauren towels that the cat decides is her bed. so entertaining, costco. i think all of my mom's clothes and shoes that don't come from talbot are costco purchases. and you wonder why she has 3 forest green button-down fleeces to spare? and more sneakers than you can shake a stick at? and about 40,000 q-tips?

ugh, i have so many blisters and open wounds on my feet. i need a new set.