I’m up at 2:39am because my back is yelling at me. I have a delicate back after many car accidents in my youth, absolutely all of which were drivers of other cars running into the car I was in or drivers of the car I was in running into stuff. Happens. Now that I ride the subway to work every weekday and very rarely get to sit down my back has to actually hold me upright while the train stops and starts a billion times, and it takes its toll on me. I’ll get used to it, but right now my body is not too happy with me. My body is very happy with those manish ALDO business shoes I bought, though. I’m really liking those. They cost more than either pair of the Payless shoes (dur) but they’re worth it.

There is a woman at work in the (accounts receivable? payable?) department who is severely awesomely cool and has taken me under her wing since everyone in the IT department besides me is a guy and she feels I need protecting. I don’t actually need protecting, but I’ll take being on her good side. Yesterday she sent me and a bunch of other ladies at the office a forward message of royal wedding cakes from a particularly awesome cake artist. I was in awe of these cakes. I could not even understand the physics of the pillow cake, it is just way too gorgeous for words.

I would never eat such a cake, but if I were ridiculously wealth I would commission that man to make me the pillow cake so it could stand in my grand hallway. And when the cake went bad I’d have him make another one, repeat indefinitely. (Ok, I wouldn’t do this if I were rich, but this is called me using my imagination and pretending.)

I need to buy some new music and download some podcasts and get some books onto my iPod. This whole listening to my iPod every day for 2+ hours makes my measly music collection tire out quickly. I have a lot more music in iTunes than I keep on my iPod, but I’m guessing that some of you understand the phenomenon of putting up with certain albums or artists when you’re home versus putting up with them when you’re out and about. For example, I’ll listen to Barenaked Ladies and They Might Be Giants and Dave Matthews Band at home but I will only listen to a few of their songs out in the world. I am not willing to reassign my feelings for those songs to the exterior of my home. It’s an introvert thing, I’m guessing.

This reminds me of a time when I was really into music a lot, was just discovering how much I love it and how much certain music can affect me, get my endorphins racing. I tried to explain this to my mom and I’m pretty sure she thought I was high on drugs. I’ve never done any illegal drugs. The only drugs I’ve ever done were prescribed, and I definitely wasn’t doing any when we had that conversation. (Hi, Mom!) You’d think me being from Vermont would automatically guarantee that I’d at least tried The Marijuana, especially considering that first serious boyfriend I had who stood in circles smoking pot with 10 of his closest friends, but I always sat on the couch and watched TV or read a book or did homework or took a nap while that happened. Peer pressure is not something I actively allowed to affect me. Sure, it creeps in on occasion, but not for stuff like that.

Tonight when I got home I realized how exhausted I was from my day and started crashing really hard very soon after dinner. I went to bed at 8:00pm. I feel bad about taking away quality evening time with Dawg and the kitties, but when I’m wiped I can’t really do anything about that. Just wish I’d been wiped on a night when Dawg has to work late anyway so me going to sleep doesn’t result in me taking away our time together. He says it’s no big deal, and I’m sure I’m not making a habit out of it, but how much does it suck to look forward to spending time with your loved ones when you’re home from work and then all you can do when you get there is sleep? He made dinner (homemade chicken cutlets and elbow macaroni), did the dishes, then crawled into bed with me. Such a sweetheart.

Today is Veterans Day. Don’t forget to hug a veteran and thank them for keeping us free. I won’t be hugging a veteran, so please hug one for me too.