Morning blahs
Oct. 15th, 2004 06:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gwynI had to get up at the crack of 0-dark-thirty this morning to take ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
feochadn to the airport for a weekend wedding blitz in Dallas. I ended up actually waking up even earlier than the 3:30 am I set my alarm for, because I'm almost always awake then anyway. But once I dropped her off, I headed out to work, and figured I would find a Starbucks and get myself a venti chai. Hardy har. The east side of the Seattle area, Bellevue and Redmond, suck beyond compare. Not a single Starbucks open before 6. Bastards. And there aren't even any cars! Over on my side of the water, there are cars even at 4 am., but not over here at 5:15. It's this big empty black space -- with no freaking open Starbucks. Stupid Bellevue.
Though I am wearing my new Marc Jacobs-designed t-shirt and that makes me feel happy. Sis_r, the silly thing, sent me a thank-you for coming down to do nothing except cough and sneeze and be snotty. These tees are part of the Key to the Cure program for breast cancer (and I guess other gynecological cancers) at Saks, and this one has a nice Peter Maxian graphic on the front and end of the long sleeves (and they're actually long enough for me!), with Jacobs's signature on the back at the neck. I don't look good in t-shirts, especially tightish ones like this (since I'm so fat), but it's from Saks, it's Marc Jacobs's design, and Sis_r sent it to me, so by golly, I'm wearing it. The box was pretty thrashed, but damn, Saks wraps a nice gift: lovely box with the Saks logo, tied up in a stunning silver satin ribbon (keeping that one for future re-use, oh boy), and even the inside tissue paper is lovely and carefully folded.
Too tired and demoralized to do a usage post this week; I will, as the magic 8 ball says, try again later.
feochadn to the airport for a weekend wedding blitz in Dallas. I ended up actually waking up even earlier than the 3:30 am I set my alarm for, because I'm almost always awake then anyway. But once I dropped her off, I headed out to work, and figured I would find a Starbucks and get myself a venti chai. Hardy har. The east side of the Seattle area, Bellevue and Redmond, suck beyond compare. Not a single Starbucks open before 6. Bastards. And there aren't even any cars! Over on my side of the water, there are cars even at 4 am., but not over here at 5:15. It's this big empty black space -- with no freaking open Starbucks. Stupid Bellevue.Though I am wearing my new Marc Jacobs-designed t-shirt and that makes me feel happy. Sis_r, the silly thing, sent me a thank-you for coming down to do nothing except cough and sneeze and be snotty. These tees are part of the Key to the Cure program for breast cancer (and I guess other gynecological cancers) at Saks, and this one has a nice Peter Maxian graphic on the front and end of the long sleeves (and they're actually long enough for me!), with Jacobs's signature on the back at the neck. I don't look good in t-shirts, especially tightish ones like this (since I'm so fat), but it's from Saks, it's Marc Jacobs's design, and Sis_r sent it to me, so by golly, I'm wearing it. The box was pretty thrashed, but damn, Saks wraps a nice gift: lovely box with the Saks logo, tied up in a stunning silver satin ribbon (keeping that one for future re-use, oh boy), and even the inside tissue paper is lovely and carefully folded.
Too tired and demoralized to do a usage post this week; I will, as the magic 8 ball says, try again later.
