Just Another Amusing Friday Night, Pool-Side.

There lots of reasons why I am IN LOVE, to a likely unhealthy degree, with my macbook.  It’s slick, and beautiful, and little, and perfect.  It’s true love.

I brought it out here to the pool deck to draft responses to the five billion e-mails starred in my gmail (all long overdue–of course).  Most fantastic of all discoveries: I am connected to the internet!  Specifically, to the crappy comcastic internet from my apartment! Sure, I just live upstairs, but the internet should not, in my limited wireless experience, extend this far.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present the airport express.  Sheer genius!  Dear Apple, I heart you.  xx, magda.

The week ended better than expected.  It was a busy day, sure, but I feel like I’m pulling through; things are looking a little less grey. (And no, I do not credit that solely to the fruity cocktail disguised in a waterbottle here to my left.  Not solely).

My boss left this afternoon for vacation; two weeks in Disney World.  Two weeks!  I’d appreciate probably, um, a weekend.  There’s only so much Mickey Mouse a girl can take, you know?  The good news is, he’s out of my hair.  The bad news is, I’m the pro tem manager of our preposterous little publication.  It’s a lot of hard work, that, and I’m entirely unamused at how it all boiled down. 

I’m one of those sugar and spice and everything nice type of girls, though, so I’d never let him know.  I swear, sometimes I’m so sugary I could be mistaken for a giant cavity with little arms and legs. 

“Have a great trip!” I said.  What I was thinking: “I hope your train explodes after a harrowing experience being molested by Donald Duck!”

“No, managing everything will be no problem!” I said.  What I was thinking: “I plan to run a feature article on how much of a jerk you are!” (If only…)

Fun times.  The good news is, I’m feeling close to peppy again, things are looking up, and everything is starting to seem manageable once more.  Sometimes it’s easy to lost that focus, I guess. 

Moments like this bring that focus back.  Where I’m sitting here on the terrace, pretending I’m on a tropical vacation, and everything is molto bene. 

Here’s a postcard, wish you were here:

 

I tried to go all bloggy, and just do nose down or something—but they all came out sort of looking like photos of my chest, with a little smile attached at the top.  Not exactly what I was going for.  But really? Photo booth? Has seriously entertained me for about an hour now.  Ingenius!