Murder on the Dancefloor

Time:	9:26 am.
Mood:	giggly.
Music:	verbena...into the pink.

i've been wearing my last pair of contact lens' for almost six weeks now. they're only supposed to be used for a month, then thrown away, but since i'm a master procrastinator, i didn't go to reorder them until last night.

i get my contacts from costco 'cos they're really cheap there. i was totally expecting to go in, pay for another three month supply, and walk out with two new boxes of contacts, but, unfortunately, they don't stock my prescription, so now i have to wait another week before they come in. and then once they come in, i have to make *another* trip to the costco. damn. i just hope my eyes don't develop some exotic infection caused by leaving them in too long. (and i wonder why i have so many problems with my eyes.)

i leave the optical department disappointed, but decide that since i'm already there, i mind as well look around and see if there's anything else worth buying. i figured i could probably find a couple more christmas gifts and maybe some supplies for the house.

i bought a football, a couple of bath towels, a pair of brand new pillows (which made my sleep last night ever so comfortable), a 48 count box of assorted cookies for the office, coffee for the office, an assorted bag of 50 christmas bows and a gift sized box of chocolate (in case i need a present for someone in a jiffy)...

so i get to the checkout counter, and you know how there are times when you meet a stranger and you know you'll probably never ever see that person again, and you feel it's absolutely alright to tell bald-faced lies? well, the cashier told me that i looked like a musician and asked if i was in a band. (note: no one has *ever* said i looked like a musician before). and so, knowing i could lie and not get into any trouble or be found out, i said, 'sure, i'm in a band. we haven't played any gigs yet...we're just 'jamming''...and he asks if we need a drummer and i say, 'sure, let me have your number and i'll give you a call when we're ready'...heh. and you know what? i *know* enough people who are musicians or are in bands and i should be, too. now if only i could sing and/or play something. ahhh, details.

so if anyone asks, i'm the singer/guitarist of a 'band' called 'the lazy day society'. hahaha.

wanna dance?: 14 disco divas - step to the beat

Time:	2:37 pm.
Mood:	nerdy.

i have a lot of weird little idiosyncrasies. one of them involves the amount of loose change i can carry on me at any given time.

i always leave the house in the morning with no more than one dollar in quarters, two dimes and two nickels. i don't place any limit on the number of pennies i can take with me.

at the end of the day, i empty my pockets and put all excess coins (coins over my four-two-two limit) into a jar to save.

why i do this is best left for my psychiatrists to figure out, but for discussion purposes, i do this because i want an excuse to use that 'coin-star' machine at the supermarket. (that, and i really enjoy giving exact change whenever possible. that's where pennies really come in handy). if you've ever used that machine, or something just like it, you know how much fun it is. you put all your coins on a tray and pour them into the machine whilst it keeps a running total of how many of each coin you've deposited and then it gives you your total and prints out a receipt to redeem for paper money at any checkstand (minus a 7% convenience fee. trust me, it's still well worth it). i can not articulate how much fun this is. my dream job would be to man the machine, waiting for people to exchange their change, and then pour it in for them. i suppose the excitement of hearing the beeping and clinking and clanking remind of my childhood growing up in las vegas, but, that's just one theory.

i've been saving for almost a year now and have no idea how much all these coins are worth. so before i turn my coins in (tonight), i thought it might be fun to bring them into work to have the people here guess how much i have and then maybe i'll give a cookie or something to whomever gets closest. good, clean, whimsical fun for the entire office. i even weighed my stash with our letter scale; 4 pounds, 8.4 ounces (includes the cognac glass i'm storing them in).

my personal guesstimate: $72

ok ok ok, no more caffeine for me.

wanna dance?: 2 disco divas - step to the beat