Wednesday Night Catch-Up

I was sick the other day and actually spent the whole day in my spider-infested bed. It seemed a little childish that I would still not sleep in there after the sheets are watched and no spider had been seem for weeks. Sadly, that did not carry over into the night. I ended up moving back upstairs at midnight because I couldn't sleep. A result of my arachnophobia or of the now uncomfortable bed? You tell me.

I received an email today relating the fact that females really do prefer pink more than males. They said that it could be a result of the different genes, but I remain skeptical. I think that males prefer the pinkless colors because they are afraid that they will appear to feminine and that people will start suspecting them of different orientation. I say, go with whatever feels comfortable. My favorite color is pink because I wanted to make my little sister angry. Now it is some sort of a neurological disorder called "pinkattractinitis". I only have one question, why do all the fashion critics think that every girl grows out of liking pink at the age of ten? Why not 20 or better yet, 30? I went shopping tonight (gasp, I broke down) and wanted to shop in the girls department because there was more pink. If only I were a bit more petite. Okay, enough complaining.

I have one more week of work. I am sure that my coworkers are counting down the days until the pink intern leaves. I am sad to be leaving work, however. I love where I work and I love the people. It has been nice to be on the younger side of things. As Caryl told me today, "We live vicariously through you." Though that was only in reference to a hot guy. I like to think it is true.