2004-11-07 - 11:43 a.m.

Silver fingernail polish and trancendental I-don't-know-what. A night of escatic ado to jump-start my wonderful nine-day paid vacation from work. Nine glorious days. People keep asking me, "Where are you going to go? What are you going to do?" To circumvent this, I have composed a list of everything I plan to do:

• Eat a pint of Ben and Jerry's Brownie Batter ice cream
• Watch cartoons
• Go shopping for clothes and Christmas presents
• Go to the coffee shop and drink a frozen mocha
• Make a dent in my reading list
• Spend time with people whom I like
• Find some new bands that I like
• Watch silly flash animations
• See the new horror movie
• Work on some of my long-lost projects
• Not think about work
• I still have to go to an important work meeting, even though I'm on vacation. I'm going to wear some outragous costume and pretend that I had to fly back from a faraway place to attend.
• Get film devoloped, finally, and then throw most of the pictures away
• Sleep until I don't feel like it anymore
• Rent a bunch of movies that only I like
• Take my mom out to breakfast
• Bake cookies and muffins
• Get deleriously drunk