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I’m just gonna say I am not down with current jeans trends. You know that super-flared leg thing that is accompanied by the very slim thigh? Yeah. I have really muscular thighs, and therefore feel I’m being penalized by a fashion world that favors the anemic. I know men’s jeans suit my lack of hips and ass better, but they’re too long and the legs are giant tubes. Giant tubes! And that’s enough about that. Last night, I was baking. This was a huge novelty to me, and highly exciting. I couldn’t eat a damn thing I made, but I liked it anyway. Today, a lot of people got treats. I was amused while grocery shopping for two reasons: first of all, most people already have things like flour and sugar and butter. I had to buy all the baking staples. Second, I didn’t know you could buy them in tiny boxes. Back in the day when I did a lot of baking at my mom’s, I swear she was buying that stuff in pillow-sized bags. It was a relief, since I feel guilty throwing all the excess out, but have no need of it in a regular basis. My gory finger is still freaking me out, and I keep thinking I should’ve gotten the stitches when my doctor recommended it. She shouldn’t have given me an option. If I don’t keep a bandaid on it, I bend it too much and the cut goes gaping open like the jaws of hell. But since I do keep a bandaid on it and have a hand-washing need that stops half an inch short of compulsion, it gets wet a lot. I remove the bandage and find dead-white zombie finger lurking underneath. It’s like I have my own personal horror movie five times a day. Work has been frustrating this week, and making me consider something I thought a lot about a year or two ago: project management instead of development. Project management appeals to the control freak in me, knowing that I already do a good job of motivating people and corralling them into the right way of doing things (i.e. mine)*, and dealing with clients and planning. I like the PR and the top-level view of a project. It’s really hard for me to be a developer working on a portion of an application, when I want to know the interplay of every single aspect, so that it can be efficient and optimized. On the other hand, I’d miss development work a ton. I love the perfect blend of artistry and technical skill that goes into a good application. There’s so much beauty in clean and efficient. I don’t think I’m ready to let that go. As with today, I like the satisfaction we get in undertaking a huge challenge and turning out something great. Even if it was completely and irritatingly underappreciated, and we left bitching. As with most other things in life, it’s all about looks. In other news, a building blew up today near Pam’s house. It was there one minute, and the next it was gone. Also, I want to know if anyone else has noticed the birds. The birds! Driving home through the I94/35W commons around sunset, I see hundreds of what I’m assuming are crows. They always circle in a giant flock over the freeway, then split down the middle; half of them return to perch in the trees and on top of the seedy Victorians over in Phillips, and the other group goes back to their group home in Eliot Park. I’m thinking maybe it’s a rumble. Anyway, it seems to me it’s about time to go to dinner. Later.Jenni * I’m such an asshole about work. No, seriously.