Last night I got my soccer jersey!! It is so soft and smooth, and guess what! My number is #1! I believe I will grow into that role.
My jeans smell like something I can't quite place. They're brand new, so they probably smell like the factory, but the closest I can come to placing the smell is: Baby Crackers. I don't even know what that is, but my brain keeps telling me that. Are they like Animal Crackers, for fans of A Modest Proposal? Perhaps I mean the crackers that babies do eat.... they they keep inside their mouths.... underneath their lips. Anyway, can't wait to wash these jeans so it stops bugging me so much.
Carrie invetigates! Quiet! Invetigation in progress!
Normally, I like mysterious glitches in a computer code because there often is a logical reason behind it. Even if it's nitpicky typos I have to tease out, it satisfying. But sometimes, there is no rhyme or reason to the problem. And sometimes, there are 5 different completely unrelated problems and all 5 departments are freaking out. This is when I do not like investigating problems with databases. At all. Today is such a day. And I am already so tired.
anyway, i wrote all that days and days ago! now it's just about wednesday, and i've been iced in at a friend's house! it snowed! over my car, is a car-shaped ice shell!