Hell is for receptionists- oh sorry, Administrative Assistants

I think that hell would be a place where I file over and over. Like, I have a stack of papers on my desk, I turn and file it in my rolling filer, turn back to my desk, and there is the same paper. Feeling dejavu, I turn and file again, only to return and have the same paper be there. There would be a feeling of frustration because you feel like you’ve done it before, but it’s foggy, so you don’t fully realize you did. You just feel spacey, as in “didn’t I just do this? Oh well, I’ll put it away now” It would just be constant frustration and annoyance, like a joke you don’t fully get, but the joke is on you.

Wasting time

So I'm supposed to be putting together an itinary (is that how you spell that?) for our trip, ya know, the important stuff like where we are going and where we are staying and a budget, but I am distracted by all of my friends blogs and funny email and the lolcats on www.icanhascheezburger.com which is hilarious. Kevin is at a special event with Andrew and Phil, he won't be home until later, whenever that may be. Lexie is in bed, just sound asleep and hopefully I won't hear from her until about 2am, or dream of dreams she will sleep all night....ahhh someday, but not too soon either. I'm rambling and I really need to focus on this trip so that I can have something to present to Kevin other than freshly painted toenails and this picture
This is so me tonight....


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