It’s 5:20am and I’m at work. I was supposed to come in at seven and work for four hours, but I woke up at 4:34am and couldn’t get back to sleep. I figured, “Well, I could just take two hours off today.” I’m meeting my friend Ysabel in San Francisco at noon. Yay! I haven’t seen her in ages. It’s either been since Christmas or last summer. Ridiculous.
I had a lovely dinner with my parents last night. I sliced my thumb open on the foil seal of a container of olive oil. That was less lovely.
I should actually get to work, since I’m here.
(Okay, it’s weird watching the sun rise at work.)