caffeine rocks!

so today i woke up to the phone ringing. granted it was 10 a.m. so it's logical that i would be somewhere besides bed, clutching my stuffed fosterimposter chicken (long story). it was bossman (one of three) greg wolf asking why i wasn't available. i wonder what the heck he meant. he hadn't emailed, hadn't called previously. did he want me to magically appear in manhattan at his mental bidding, thus proving my availability?
whatever...it was funny nevertheless.
so i skeedaddled to the corner market to get ripped off for coffee. $1.23! i need to discuss a customer-loyalty program with them. i'll whip up a spreadsheet and everything. maybe a powerpoint. $1.23 is just dumb. i even brought my own mug!
but back to biznez
today will be spent interviewing potential roommates. two guys have rsvp'd, which poses good questions. they are useful for opening jars and providing a sense of security should the barracks road boogeyman come calling. and they are generally less passive-aggressive and catty than chicks. and they won't pollute my shower with evil sodium laureth sulfate-harboring garnier fructis crapola shampoo. but don't boys always come with huge entertainment systems that screw your feng-shui six ways to sunday? yeah, thought so. thus, this is one of the first questions i ask: do you like braveheart? this usually cues me that they like it on a big, bad movie screen with surround sound and the possiblity of a popcorn machine nearby. at which point i will run the other way. not really, but wouldn't that be a cool opener to a convo? i don't know how that rates in craigslist's anti-discriminatory housing policy. i am not asking about religion, just audio-visual preferences. they are welcome to be scared off by my tendecy to run around in spandex 75% of my waking hours.
sigh...my life is not very exciting at this juncture in the space-time continuim. but this morning i did unearth clothes i haven't worn in 10 months, so that was fun.
it's the little things, people...
and when bike racer buddies send me photos from belgium of their toga costume.

what?! if he's trying to impress me with his abs that's one thing. if he's trying to get me arrested, that is another. damn bike racers...they are all so young. that is what i get for being in a fringe sport in which you never have to grow up. sorry mom & dad. i promise that when i get my mba i will stop associating with those too young to rent at hertz. (for the record, towelboy is 21; thank heavens)
and what is he pointing at?

ps: thanks again mommy and daddy for my hello kitty slipper socks. they are so cute and pink and make my day every time i look at my feet. which reminds me of a joke: estonians are known introverts. so how do you tell an extroverted estonian? they look at YOUR shoes. go ahead, stifle a laugh!

for the culturally-unwise. estonia is a country, not an epoch between the cretaceous and paleogene. and for the even-more-cultrally-unwise, an epoch is...oh never mind! look here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Geologic_time_scale highly useful and good for impressing dates.