December 10, 2004

Life revolving around a bean.

Today's a half day, there are ten minutes left before it's time for me to go home, and I'm shamelessly playing Java games on the admin desk computer. So? There's only one architect here right now, floating around in his own world of unworkable dimensions and obscure bathroom fixtures, and no one seems to have any pressing need to call us.

I've written myself a list of six things to do with my afternoon off, and looking over it I can see that three of them have to do with chocolate. What, you expected the bean in question to be coffee? Soy? The bag of split peas sitting at home waiting to be made into soup?


Posted by dianna at December 10, 2004 01:02 PM

I had green beans for dinner. They squeaked against my teeth when I chewed them and almost drove me up the wall.

Posted by: jason s at December 11, 2004 09:59 AM

Squeak. Squeak. Squeaky squeak.

Jacob and I went to Ikea the other day and he said the soft, fuzzy fleece blankets felt so weird against his fingers they made him shudder. I was amused until I remembered that I can't touch any of Jacob's dishes because they squeak under my fingers and the feeling makes me want to cry.

Your neuroses are in good company, is what I'm getting at here.

Posted by: Dianna at December 15, 2004 01:26 PM