Echo, echo, echo

So today my phone rings. I decide to ignore it because, as usual, I'm in the kitchen. This time making Chocolate Covered Caramels--my first trial in confection making. But I swear for the longest time after the ring, I still heard it echoing through the house. Mind you, the ringtone on my phone is the theme from the office. It's really catchy. Maybe I'm just going through Office withdraws. That's a very likely possibility.

Ok, so speaking of TV shows, I have a message for Hollywood. Give into the writer's demands. I know you're all fat cats and don't want to share the wealth, but you don't need to make that much and the actors don't really need to make around a million an episode--it's just ridiculous. I swear, if this strike doesn't end soon and Pushing Daisies and Grey's go off the air, there will be blood. Millions of screaming fangirls will stalk you for the only purpose of getting their pound of flesh. So for the sake of your wellfare and that of tv watchers in America, meet the demands. Even Arnold wants you to.

So yeah, not much to blog about today. I'm kind of....sleepy and out of it. I think I'm getting sick. Of course, it could be because I took a nap before work and was an hour late because I didn't hear my alarm clock go off. It's not a big deal where I work if you're late. They compensate if you need to get work done and stuff. So I came in and did my job and left an hour later because it really only takes me an hour to do everything they give me to do in a three hour period. My mind is always fuzzy for hours after naps. I think I'm still experiencing some of that. It's like I don't wake up all the way. The REM is gone but the mind doesn't switch over. I really shouldn't nap anymore.

I changed my dinner party to a lunch party the next day. Hopefully that will be more accommodating to people's schedules. They must now come. They have no excuse.