i'll be home for julymas, if only in my dreams

as many of you know, yesterday was deemed "julymas", a joyous time of feasting and merriment. it's my belief that every winter holiday should be re-celebrated during the summer when i'm in a better mood.

a much better mood.

the kind of really good mood where i call a thunder & lighting downpour a julymas miracle and start humming "i'm dreaming of a wet julymas" while i do the dishes.

however...
this morning i woke up with what can only be described as the julymas hangover of DEATH!!
being yanked into a jarringly painful, blurry visioned consciousness at 7:30 by guns and rose's "welcome to the jungle" can only be described as terrifying and somewhat surreal.
the most unlucky thing of all is that i'm on this whole "i don't take excedrin anymore because i'm pretty sure it's been eating away at my stomach lining" kick.
to compromise, i didn't go into work until 10am, and on my way decided to locate the biggest mountain dew i could. i walked into a gas station and was confronted by "out of order" signs every where i turned.

again, terrifying and surreal.

i ended up buying a 32 oz cup of flat, un-iced mountain dew.

easily the best purchase i've ever made.

i'm not quite sure what's in caffeine, but i'm pretty sure that without it... my head would cave in.

to conclude, i now sit at my desk in a stupor trying to make sense of sales rep dave soft shoeing in and out of my office.

... you guessed it. terrifying and surreal.

i wouldn't be surprised at all if i was still asleep and this was all one big turkey inspired dream.

affectionately yours,

kat

p.s. why do i suddenly have a high tech, color/font changey blog set up? seriously, am i still asleep?