tonight, when i drunk my nine dollar cosmopolitans from concrete i felt so freakin' happy. that is what happens when you mix liquor and great ideas. the great ideas are still top secret, unlike my adoration of cranberry juice. adoration that has been with me since back in the day. when matterhorn was a hip new place and i could sit on a glass of cranberry juice for a good two hours. it is amazing how well you can pace yourself when you're actually destitute.

anway, just as well my evening involved liquor because my nerves a still a bit delicate. my office - ie the place i spend 4o hours a week - has mice. wonderful. today i had to get someone in my team to move a box under my desk because i'd convinced myself it was the nest. i am so irrational about this that actually i have to stop the description of my crazy tactics today because otherwise i wont be able to sleep. my imagination is what one might call overactive.

the first mouse spotted on my floor came out of the womens toilets yesterday. naturally i exclusively use the unisex disability access toilet now. but only after i turn on the light and stomp around a bit. today i felt a little more comfortable as i spotted the first of the bait boxes. is there a more joyous site than a bait box, be it a plastic semi circle or a cardboard rectangle? not according to this girl.

actually i'm ending this post now so i can go and watch something happy before bed. like something from this website. or cruz beckham breakdancing to the spice girls. anything to take my thoughts of my thermal socks at work being a comfy bed for a rodent predator.