I keep offering our clients my job. For some weird reason, their stark terror shows up in their text as they try to politely decline and run away as fast as they can.

Last night was FUN! We went out for dinner in honour of Miranda’s birthday, and I got to introduce Josh and Shan to Miranda and Reilly (who I have a total crush on, but don’t tell) and also Tanya, Cynthia and Darren. I had forgotten how much fun it is to be Outside With People, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. We couldn’t join them for the post-dinner glow bowling though because Ed is deathly ill and I had promised him that I would return with life-saving Nyquil right after dinner, but I’m glad the three of us got to go out and have some fun that didn’t involve laundry or sushi because I am just not ready to go back for thirds.

Ed’s been hovering on the cusp of a cold for the last two weeks, and yesterday everything exploded in one giant snotty mess of germs. He’s been home from work the last two days, moaning as though the world were ending – and yet he’s still well enough to get many levels ahead of me in Zelda. I’d call foul, if he didn’t really look and sound awful. I think I’ll disinfect the Wiimotes before I start playing again.

I caught my reflection in the rearview mirror on my way to work and realized I look exactly like my Mii. It’s not a cartoon version of myself; that is actually how I look. I think it may have something to do with the blue eye shadow, but either way I’m a little creeped out by the resemblance to my pixilated doppelganger. Maybe it’s time for an extreme makeover?

Today I am so haircut I can actually hear the snipping.