Last night I had a dream that Luis Fonsi declared his love for me in concert. It was all very storybook romance. But that's totally me, you know! The dream continued in some mansion that was a museum with the amount of security as the Empire State Building. I don't know what the point of that dream was, only that the main theme was that I had left my phone there and had to rush through all the rooms looking for it. Is it possible that I'm still obsessing over that stupid phone? And why should I even care, Luis Fonsi had just kissed me in the previous segment of my dream, HELLO!
The funny part was that I had not only left my phone in this mansion/museum/empire state building but I had also left my MK's bag, my baby stroller and my CHILD!!! Um, why was I more concerned over a blackberry than my daughter! I have some twisted mind. Maybe I was just very confused over being in love with a very hot looking, puerto rican singer that is married to Victor's second or third cousin, lol.
This morning I woke up exhausted. I have been working tons (by tons I mean a lot more than I normally work). I told myself I wouldn't work any extra hours but then the jefa comes over and asks me if I could just send a couple of files out after I get home and I am such a sucker, I say 'yes,' 'of course I can,' 'I'd be more than honored to.' So I work an 8 hour shift, get home and cook a horrible meal (that really bummed me out, I was so hungry) and while I'm eating I'm also on the computer trying to communicate with one of our translators but her e-mails are all coming back to me cryptic, meaning like this: $^%#%#^% ^W&%#
Everything is symbols, I can't tell what she is trying to tell me. We eventually figure it out and all is well but by this point I just want to sleep for two days straight.
I'm back in the office this morning and not busy at all, since I did most of the work late last night, but then the jefa catches me looking at swimsuits, eek! That's no good. Anyway, these swimsuits are so pretty. They got me all excited about the summer. I think I'll get myself a turquoise tankini and a black ruffled skirt. "She wore an itsy, bitsey, tinny, weeny, yellow polka dot bikini..." I guess I better start eating my yoplait :).
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