So my Candyman finally rang yesterday. And was hugely contrite about standing me up twice in one day and kissed my ass up a storm and all, so it's basically cool, though I'm still basically irritated.

And I will totally believe Saturday when I see it...

Man, this office was much better when there weren't so many people here! Back when it was just Judy and Michelle and me and we would always sing along with Come a Little Bit Closer. Yesterday, the song came on my radio, and I said Yay! and turned it up, and then John said "Yeah yeah, we all know you like that song, but don't sing okay?

I thought that was just plain mean. I took my radio out onto the street and sang anyway, but all the enjoyment was gone.

The other day I was walking down the street and I saw this woman around my age, tall, normally dressed, short blonde hair, and quite clearly talking to herself.

Gestures, expressions, lips moving, the works!

And I thought how funny that looked and that she clearly had no idea that she was being so obvious, and then I realized that I had been doing the same thing myself for about ten minutes and people had probably been thinking the same thing about me.

Here's a story from my friend Mike Noel:

"My sister's name is (was, until she got married) Angela Noel. She pronounced the last name, "nowell". We she told a receptionist her name once, she said, "My name is Angela Noel" The receptionist wrote for a second and then said, "and what's your last name?"

She had written "Angea" for her first name -- No Ell."

One year ago today:
So, where're my millions of dollars, then?

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