bleh--i can't think of a lyric

Ugh. Seven a.m. conference calls are brutal after a four-day weekend. In fact, while I did manage to drag myself through the shower this morning, I did not manage to put together an outfit that was sufficiently warm, fashionable, or non-wrinkled for my tastes, and so after the call, I came home for fifteen minutes to change and put in my contacts. I felt like a new woman for approximately four hours, until everything came crashing down around my ears and I just felt desperate for a nap.

I did have a break this afternoon from 3-5 for a cheese-tasting offsite; it was actually onsite in a conference room, but the event was led by the San Francisco Cheese Academy (or something). We got to try about eight different cheeses, and test them paired with a couple of different wines and a glass of port. The port was much better than the crap that I drank w/Adit and Claudia, although the fact that I was sitting in a conference room made it somewhat less appealing. Anyway, we got to try a couple of goat cheeses, a delicious cheese made out of raw/unpasturized cow's milk, some sheep cheese, a cheese that was a relative of the infamous tete du moine that nearly drove away all my houseguests last year (therefore, I was the only person at my table who liked it), this really weird orange cheese that looked and sort of tasted like Cheetos, and some Stilton Blue that was surprisingly awesome with a bit of port. Mmm...nothing like cheese and port. Especially nothing like cheese and port when you have to go back and do your annual performance review w/your manager. My performance reviews tend to go strangely; two quarters ago, we did it on a plane on the way to India, while this time, I was hoping that I was sitting far enough away that she couldn't smell the port on my breath. I was by no means even close to intoxicated (it will take more than a few sips of port and half a pound of cheese to destroy me!), but it still felt weird to drink before a review. However, the review went very well, and so I was a happy camper.

I became a sad camper as I realized all that needed to get done tonight. I stayed in the office until 6:45, then came home, gathered all of my dirty clothes, took them to the laundromat, ran to the gas station and the ATM, put my clothes in the dryer, grabbed dinner, picked up my clothes, came home, and worked for the past two hours. Now it's time for me to go to bed--I have to get up at 6:30 tomorrow so that I can get ready and go to the evil city for a management offsite. Wish me luck!