2 January 2001
Okay, so if you checked yesterday before about 1:30, and you read my New Year's resolutions, but didn't read my pathetic whining about how no-one came to my brunch... don't bother. That's the gist of it, right there.
I really don't want to be at work today. I'm tired. I only got about five and a half hours of sleep the night before last, and about six hours last night. I want to curl back into bed and sleep until, oh, noon sounds about right.
Well, the holidays are officially over, I suppose. It's time to start finishing off the remaining candy and cookies. Time to take down the decorations and try to figure out how we ever fit it all into that closet. Time to see if I can find that #@!&* burnt-out bulb in the tree. Time to exchange presents that were great but not quite right, and time to spend gift certificates and gift cash. (I'm hoping that will help me ease into my New Year's resolution budget...)
Happy New Year!
Gah. Winter is here, and all the moisture has been sucked out of my skin. Yet another sign of aging, I suppose, since this never bothered me until about three years ago. If you'd handed me a bottle of moisturizer as a teen-ager, I'd have laughed myself silly. My skin was so oily then I was sure I'd never need moisturizer.
When I was in Blacksburg, I discovered that the colder winters, higher altitudes, and less swamp-like conditions pulled the moisture out of my skin a little faster, and on the coldest days, my legs would itch as the skin tightened. A couple of years ago, when Matt and I were taking water aerobics, the chlorine in the pool had the same effect, and I had to use lotion on my legs and arms.
It gets a little worse every year. This year is the first time that I've ever considered putting lotion on my face. My face has always been very oily - a problem in summer, but self-moisturizing in cold weather. But fairly frequently now, by the time I get to work in the morning, I can feel that tell-tale tightness around my cheeks and eyes, and I have to fish the lotion out of my desk. And in the evenings as I get undressed, I'm seeing flakes of dead skin on the insides of my clothes where the skin is too dry.
It's more than a little strange. I'm not used to this. I'm used to putting a tiny bit of lotion on my hands and feeling slightly greasy for hours. Now the lotion is soaked up entirely in two minutes, and in half an hour I'm ready for more. It's hard to remember in the mornings, when I'm sleepy and chilly after taking my shower, to put lotion on my legs and arms - but if I forget, I'll itch the rest of the day. Should I be doing this twice a day? Maybe I should actually start reading the skin-care section of my fashion magazine.
Yeah, I know, this isn't exactly riveting for you, but it's what's on my mind this morning. Would you rather I just whined about my job? That's what else I'm thinking about today. Maybe I'll be insightful and fascinating tomorrow.
You never know.
Word of the Day:
argy-bargy - a lively discussion or dispute; argument
Currently Reading:
- nothing, really
Current Projects:
- winding down after the holidays