It’s good to be home. Today was such a dull day at work, made up mostly of folding things and putting them into envelopes. Not a lot of fun.
I have to admit, however, that driving in to work this morning with the CD player blasting singing along to the Moulin Rouge Soundtrack just made my morning. Bad Hippie Jenny! Yeah. I liked driving to work. I just really like driving alone, when I can sing as loud as I want to whatever music I want.
Also, I would very much like a pedicure. Perhaps next week I’ll convince myself that the expenditure is worth it. You know, for the wedding. My feet are looking pretty rough and beat up, and I want them to be pretty and smooth again.
On the way home I was again listening to my own music, this time on my portable CD player. Couldn’t sing along, obviously, since the SeaBus is full of people and they don’t want to hear it.
Damn. I miss singing.