Month 2: A fairly bright start.

Today was my second day back at work and we celebrated by having a potluck. Secretly, the potluck was actually in celebration of the Superbowl. We were told we could wear our favorite team's jersey to work. I chose my Tigers jersey because they are my favorite team. This is a picture of me stirring my weenies. It was the most successful potluck (for me personally) ever. I made an actual item and people seemed to enjoy it and they even asked me for the recipe which was amazingly simple. A child could do it. I could do it. I felt very pleased that I had actually made an effort and it was worth it. Here's to making more effort to do things properly in the future.


The day itself was rather dull for the most part. Just like every Friday I tried to focus on my work bu failed 87% of the time and instead did things like take pictures of me pretending to staple my hand. It's my hand in a my stapler. Get it?

Around 4:55, I was chatting with Mikka when Amy came up and discretely (and oh so mysteriously) handed me a folded up piece of paper. I unfolded it to see my beloved Snark with a gag in his mouth on what appeared to be a vast expanse of upholstery. There was a note written on it (in Erica's handwriting by-the-by) that said something to the effect of, "Help, Mommy! I've been kidnapped and unless you find me today I'll die." Well, I've never heard Snark refer to me in such terms and I wasn't sure how he would die, but I certainly wasn't going to risk it because he meant so much to me. The kidnapper was tricky, but I knew that upholstery and so I jumped up proclaiming "I know that upholstery!" and rushed to Dr. Webb's office. Snark was not still in the chair, but I found him nearby, perched in a ficus, with the gag still in his mouth. Apparently he had be kidnapped while I was out sick and I had never even noticed. I am a bad friend to him. Sorry, l'il guy.

After work came rehearsal where I had was of those odd times where I felt like no one liked me and I was irritating myself. I blame the Zicam. It's chalky discs are messing with my sensibilities. However after rehearsal we went to Food Dance and it was a very fine time. Then Nick & Molly Senne came and some of us headed over to a party where there was fun to be had in making PostSecrets. Mine was that I dream about running away at least once everyday. Nick said that wasn't a secret. Now it's time for sleeping.