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Help, I’m Trapped Inside of a Fortune Cookie

Now that we’ve got IM at work and some folks are starting to use it, it’s starting to drive me bonkers. I’m getting IMed from all over and I can’t even type in one window anymore. I can’t keep my brains straightened out long enough to respond to anybody at all anymore. Still, it’s kind of fun, not having to walk down the hallway and talk to people. I mean, IM is sometimes so much easier and better. Plus, one of the things I really like about IM is that I can login from home and nobody knows where I am. I can even get IM-ed on my tele (mobile phone anyway) and get the messages loud and clear. Of course, if I ever decide to go on vacation, I may totally be screwed, but I’ll just have to deal with that and go to like the wilds of Mexico for a spell.

Speaking of traveling, I can’t figure out what’s wrong with me. I ususally love to travel, in fact, I would go so far as to say that it’s the high point of my time on the planet. But lately it has lost its appeal. I don’t know why, I just haven’t been bitten by the travel bug lately. I suppose I should not complain about my lack of wanderlust because it’s contributing towards saving some dinero, which I can use to do other things.

It’s raining in river city today. Very much so. I suppose the ground is soaked and I suppose too that this will make for excellent bluebonnets sometime soon. Yes, it’s almost that time again. Time to peek at the bluebonnets. I can hardly wait. I do want to get the new rig out for a spin, preferably sometime soon when it’s nice outside.

My boring meeting last night was canceled and I ended up eating at home again. I always say I’m going to eat out and never do. Don’t know why, perhaps just force of habit or something.

If Elvis were still alive, Ken came up with some interesting screen name for him. TheKing, JailhouseRockr, LoveMeTenderLoveMeTrue come to mind. Fun stuff. I thought of a better screen name for myself, lilDutchGirl, because I always wear clogs but I’m not really little and I’m afraid some of my perverted friends (and you know who you are) will find some alternative meaning of the word “dutch” to which I am not privy but will find more than moderately offensive.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in “Carol’s Little World” signing off.


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