Today is one of those days when I am not “in the mood” to go to work.

This statement is actually false, since it is predicated on the assumption that there is such a mood that makes you want to go to work. Which is clearly not the case, unless perhaps your occupation involves floral arrangements, or restoring masterpieces of ancient art, or carving beautiful masks out of fragrant cedar wood, or babysitting kittens, or possibly closing a huge corporate deal that will make you billions of dollars by consolidating and monopolizing your market.

My CafePress wedding-gift stein and Snail postcards arrived today. They’re… okay. I’m a little disappointed at the print quality of the photos on the postcards, and the stein is fine, but the graphic design looks way better than the photo transfer, and the colours didn’t turn out quite as I’d hoped. Everything has a little too much yellow in it: the pink looks like salmon, the off-white is heavy cream, and the brown is sort of poo-y. Ho hum.

V. disappointed in my consumption habits of yesterday. The morning was going so well: 1 bottle powerade, 1 cup tea w/1% milk and 1 packet brown sugar, scrambled egg on 1 piece whole wheat toast with butter, banana, 250ml skim milk, greek salad w/grilled chicken, and 4 glasses of water. Then I got home. Sigh. JVL was having a very stressful day, and his stress levels affect my stress levels, and then the stress eating begins.

After arriving home at 8pm with upset BF in tow, I ate: large serving of pasta with cheese and sausage, slice of cranberry butter cake with lemon-butter icing, several random bits of chocolate I found lying about the kitchen, and 3 scoops of Baci hazlenut-chocolate ice cream with chocolate sauce. After 8pm. There goes my hour and a half bike ride of the morning. *weeps*

I think I will go home and watch “Mallrats” tonight.
Or maybe “The Last Starfighter”.

And since knows what pleases the ladies, he brought home BOTH seasons 1&2 of “Wildboyz” on DVD last night. Love me some Wildboyz. The show is insane, and really stupid, but it makes me laugh soooo much. Steve-O is always puking and looking fearful, and Chris is always intense and agressive, and there’s so much animal doo-doo. Hilarity.