J-E-L-L-O

Work has me a little worried. I don’t have much to do. Yes, I’m doing a doc review, and yes, the office is a little slow right now. But HELLO, what’s wrong with me? Why not me? Why doesn’t anyone want me? Firm: Well it’s simple – crème brûlée can never be Jell-O; YOU could never be Jell-O. Me: I HAVE to be Jell-O! Firm: You're never gonna be Jell-O! Oh wait, that wasn’t me, that was Cameron Diaz. You know, I get us confused all the time – blonde, tall, thin she is – it’s easy to confuse us.

Speaking of Jello, I had the most amazing panna cotta last night! But all the food I ate gave me indigestion. I kept waking up and popping antacid pills. Apparently, last night was a sleep-deprived night for many. I have no idea what time Roomie got in last night, but it must have been very, very late. Mr. Sunshine also had a very late night at the office and as always, a super-early morning. And all this brings me back to my original point: I’m panicked about not having work to do. EVERYONE I know has work except me. Jello. I really want Jello.