Duchess Jane

Marc:  Meet me somewhere for dinner.

Jane:  No, just come over.

Marc:  You're all the way on the other side of town.  Meet me halfway.

Jane:  No, come over.  We can order a pizza and I'll show you my boobs.

Marc:  Oooooh . . . . pizza?

Also cute: The way he paints the pain in the ass parts of the cabinets for me.

Oh, did I mention we're painting the kitchen cabinets black? Even though they are getting ripped out in a year, I couldn't stand the orange for one more minute.

So on Saturday morning, I was looking at our bathroom door.

I wasn't even drunk.  Or on codeine.  Or anything like that.

My family has a history of spotting things like this.  Patterns in wood and ceiling textures.  My mother found the face of Albert Einstein in her ceiling once, but she was heavily medicated following surgery.

So I can really only assume that because I was completely lucid when I made my discovery, that Wrecks is trying to tell us something.

Like maybe "Ha ha, if only it was the Virgin Mary, you could have made some money.  Now get me a treat, woman."

I mentioned via Twitter this morning that I was heading to work with very little sleep last night, and I'd have no bosses today, and I was looking forward to the slacking.  The epic, epic slacking.

So far, I've done none.

Why is it that I am 1,000 times more productive when left by myself?

After work, I'm headed home to do some cleaning and organizing and preparing for the big party tomorrow.  Oh, you're not coming?  Why not?  Let's change that.  You know you want some good food, you want to win a little (and I do mean just a little) money playing poker, you want to see a good band, you want to burn stuff and drink beer.  You know you do.  So email me.  Let's party.

My fortune cookie at lunch told me that my "influence has a profound impact on others."  I read it out loud to a coworker, who replied "You have influence?  Isn't that contagious?"

Influence, influenza.  It's all the same around here.

I haven't seen much of Duke since we got home from Peoria on Saturday night. 

But we have a new window:

Sorry the pictures suck.  I took them at 6 am today, so I had both lighting and consciousness problems.

The new window is the on the right, and it will eventually be inside of a bathroom. 

And look at how close we are to not having visible Tyvek!  We're almost not those Tyvek people anymore!