26 September 2002

Last night's Presidio Med was better than Tuesday's. As Kevin pointed out, the premiere had the feel of a two-hour show that had been cut down to only an hour. Last night's fit more comfortably into its time slot.

I quite enjoyed it. I only wish it was on at an earlier time; it took until well after midnight for me to get to sleep last night, and I'm a little dazed this morning.

On my desk (among other things) are:

- a styrofoam cup that I used to use for water.

- a 32-oz weight watcher's mug, also used for water, though not in a long time.

- a company freebie mug with the old logo on it that has never been used.

- a nesting teapot/mug that I used when I want - surprise! - tea.

- a regular mug that reads "tempting and thrilling at 30" that K.T. gave me for my birthday last year. It's my coffee mug.

- an oversized mug that reads "Café Draco: 100% Fire Roasted" that is the mug I current use for water.

I also have a box of Orange Spice teabags, a tin of loose green tea, a tea ball, a candy dish, a bottle of calcium supplements, and a salt shaker. The flavored creamer that Random and I both like sits on his desk. I'm not going to get into my origami collection, or the toys, or the things that actually have some relevance to my work.

I was just sitting here, looking around, and realized that I have way too many mugs and cups.

A different cup for each of the three things I drink at work on a semi-regular basis? Sure. I'm cool with that. But I've got three cups/mugs that haven't been used in months, if ever. I think it's time to throw out the styrofoam cup, put the company mug in the office kitchen for general use, and put the weight watcher's mug in the back of the filing cabinet or something.

It's raining today. I don't mind rain - I even kind of like it most of the time. But it does mean that the air is pretty well saturated already, so when I get out of the shower, even using two towels, I never feel completely dry.

Better yet, I'm retaining water this week like nobody's business, so I'm feeling not only damp, but bloated. Whoo-hoo; don't you wish you could have my life?

I realized last night that one of the things I'm really looking forward to about having a baby is telling my parents that I'm pregnant. When I get pregnant, that is.

They've been so good about not pestering Matt and I about it, but I can tell they want grandchildren. My dad in particular.

I think it would be neat if I were pregnant in time for Christmas, or maybe Dad's birthday (which is in January). I'm not holding my breath or anything - I just think it would be neat.

Any way it goes, I know they'll be thrilled. I'm looking forward to it.

This has been a job for... Random Woman!

--Liz