i get a strange kick out of looking at the amazon wishlists of those who post them; i'm always looking for books published by the company i work for, so the book fairy can send little goodies here and there.

oddly, though, no one ever has our books listed.

work is slow though i have plenty to do. my head is a bit too woozy to deal with all of it properly. also, it's ninety-fucking-something degrees outside. in mid-april. i thought it was a little extra-warm when i got off the plane last night, but when the usually-beloved NPR voices this morning told me it was already 77 with a high in the mid-90s, i started swearing. not very creatively at that hour, but voraciously nonetheless.

for some reason coming back from san francisco this time felt a lot like coming back from oregon usually does. i feel draggy and down and like something's missing. everything went by so quickly that there must be something i forgot, or something i left behind, or something else i should have done. and though i will be back in two short weeks (and huzzah for that) i feel out-of-sorts for the time being.

i am tempted to get a drink after work, but there are bills to pay and emails to answer and the fact of the matter is that half the people i'd like to get a drink with live in other states, other countries, other continents. so perhaps i'll settle for a glass or three of wine and a hopeful burst of productivity in the 2002 purge front.

perhaps.