Yesterday I got up and I looked out of the window and saw that it was bright and the sun was shining, so I thought, in my simple brain, "It is bright, therefor it is warm, therefor I will wear my sandals.

When I left the house, it was chilly enough that I went back in and got my coat, but did I change my shoes? Nope, bright equals warm equals sandals, that's what my head tells me, no matter how often I have been proved wrong in the past.

And o how my little toesies froze as I waited for the van and then waited for the bus. This is boot weather, you clot, or at the very least, clogs. Give up on the sandals until it has been warm for a minimum of two days, and never believe that light means warmth without proof.

So, last night I worked until midnight because I wasn't going in today and I am under the impression that without my presence, the entire building will fall around me co-worker's weeping heads. "O, if only Kymm were here!" they would cry, but because I am selfish and took a day off for my mere pleasure, everyone will be dead.

Or something like that. Hell, I haven't taken a single day off so far this year, everyone else has taken at least one or two, and everything was fine without them, what makes me think that I am so vital? Because I am, that's why! Because I am obsessive-compulsive and controlling is more like it. If I'm gone, they might file things out of alphabetical order! Of course, they do that plenty with me there, how much worse could it be without?

Best not to think about it. Basically, if I can leave for two and a half weeks at the busiest time of the year every year, a random Wednesday isn't going to kill anyone. I think.

I took a break around 10p to go out and grab some dinner, and on my way back I glanced up and saw such a sight that I stood stock still on the sidewalk for about two minutes. Which doesn't sound like much, but when you are standing on a sidewalk staring into space with dropped jaw, people passing and trying not to stare, it is.

It was the moon, just a little sliver, low and huge in the west, with one star so bright near its unturned point that I thought it was a plane at first. It looked like a painting, like a dream. I made a wish, of course, because a star that big could handle big wishes.

Finally I had to tear myself away and go back inside, but I couldn't understand why everyone wasn't stilly looking at it. I feel sorry for everyone who missed it, my moon and star.

So, I'm taking today off, as I said above. What does this mean? Sleeping in? Waking with my bladder rather than the alarm? Lazing around the house like a Sunday? No such luck, I actually had to get up earlier than usual, because I have to be all the way up at 50th St. at 9a!! No, you didn't mis-read that, I said nine o'clock in the morning! When all sensible people are hitting the snooze bar!

And I will get no sympathy from Melissa or Kate, since they will have to get up around 4a in order to get to Manhattan at that hour, not to mention most of you people who get to work at 8.30a or 9a every morning without making such a fuss, but I am a delicate flower and I need my sleep. Also, I was at work until midnight, any points for that? No?

I'd better move my ass out of here, or I not only will have to deal with people who have been up since 4a, but people who have been up since 4a and are all self-righteous because they are on time and I am late.

Lenten entries missed:

Dorothy chose a career, went to a club, crossed the sea, really totally hated a book a whole lot, went really near my house in Los Angeles, and made fifty bucks on the ride home.

Today's horoscope:
Boredom and "cabin fever" are likely today. Keep your tasks as flexible and varied as possible.

One year ago today:
I really must marry someone with good credit.

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