September 13, 1999.

Crappy day at work. No one had any idea why I was requested to come in...so I read through the morning & checked proofs in the afternoon with a significantly ditzier girl. Idleness is beginning to wear on me; it's been 2 straight 8-hour days of not having anything to do.

But it wasn't all bad. For one thing, I got swag. The company's launching a new catalogue on Wednesday, and today was the company celebration. I was handed a t-shirt, cup & key chain, all printed with the catalogue cover art. It was a delightfully cheesy acquisition, and I'm planning to give the shirt & cup to someone in Froghopper Nook. I'm not sure who; perhaps, as Pixie suggests, we'll have a raffle.

And the other upside was that I got the chance to finish Noise. I found it a delightful book, crammed full of the city. Reading the book was like wandering around in a daze, almost recognizing clubs & streets at every turn. During one scene, I thought to myself, 'she bought that purse at Siren.' And strangely enough, it didn't make me that homesick. Maybe because I plan to get tarted up this weekend & revel in the toxic air to my silly heart's content.