I think I'm allergic to air conditioning. I only have that pathetic little window unit so I only turn it on on nights when it gets really humid. And every time I do I wake up with red, puffy, itchy eyes and a runny nose. And then I go to work and it's so cold in there that by the end of the day my back is tense from all the shivering. No happy medium. Except on my porch where there's always a good breeze.

Tim Bryant came into the store the other day and gave me quite a scare. He said at this stage in the PC process they could move really fast. Like I could receive a letter saying I have 2 weeks to get everything wrapped up here and be off to training. 2 weeks?! What the hell would I do then? I think I'd quit work on the spot and could probably get all the logistics with my apartment, bills, and financial stuff worked out, but I think emotionally it might be a shock to have to say goodbye in such a rush. I'll take the Scarlett way out and say I'll worry about that later if I have to.

This weekend was rather boring. Went to the Piano Bar on Saturday night but even that was pretty dull. Missy and I went out to breakfast at AJ's after the meeting this morning. Who knew that place could be so clean? Or that they have a red ceiling? And really good french toast.

I picked out this book because the first line on the back cover was, "It's my life, and if I want to run from it, I can."