Went into work. Got stuff done, got some other stuff not done, and managed to stump myself and a co-worker. I guess par for the course when I’m actually in the office, ha ha.
But yeah, I’m going to die by cake before the week is out. We took in a cake to the office because ‘office rules’ are people bring a cake in on their birthday. As yesterday was the closest day to my birthday I was going to be in, I felt it was only proper. And then we picked up one for the house, and another for met o take out tomorrow. In this, I’m thinking of anyone *but* myself. I don’t dislike cake, but I certainly don’t love it like I used to when I was younger. At least I opted for vanilla, which I can scarf down at a faster rate than chocolate? #brightside
I also treated myself to a little pre-birthday present when we were getting the cakes — new notebooks! They are nothing fancy, but I just felt that I needed a few new little ones to jot things in. For all my computer proficiency, I feel much happier making notes on paper. I read somewhere that the actual act of writing things helps to commit it to memory better than just typing out, and I guess? For me, I type stupid fast, so writing forces me to slow down my thoughts so I can get them down, which means they’re less likely to skitter off into the ducts. Or something. Really, all of that aside, I wanted, I acquired. 😀
Anyways, gonna go take my tired ass back to a bit of knitting. Ta ra!