I'm bored at work and I'm worried that I may be losing my drive but there are worse things then not having very much to do and being paid fairly well for it.

To keep myself occupied, and to pay for my bead habit (ya, you read right), I've decided to start a jewelry design business. I've got great contacts lined up on the retail side but I lack a name and I've been wracking my brain off and on for the last few days trying to come up with something because until I do, I can't register my business, if I can't register my business, I can't buy wholesale and if I can't buy wholesale I can't start creating and selling so I need a name but I don't want one that's cheesy or trite and the more I think about it, the harder it seems to brainstorm so what I need to do is stop thinking about it because that's when it'll likely to come to me but I can't because I'm bored at work and I've never been good at being bored.

btw, sorry about your bruised coccyx, KoP...that is what I think it is, right? D'you have one of those inflatable donuts to sit on?

You better be sober!

It's the base of your spine, and I don't think a donut would help. A fritter might though.

What is pissing you off?

Too much. Right at this very second - going to get a glass of protein shake after working out earlier and finding that my blender pitcher has sprung a leak and I will have to buy a new one.

I have a cold. A sore throat, stuffy nose, achy, - the sniffling, sneezing, stuffy, aching kind that Nyquil can't help. It's two weeks till Christmas, and I have yet to mail my mom's gift. Aaarrrggghh. Achooo!

By the way, phoenixc, how about Phoenix Designs? Elegant Beading by Phoenix? The Sparkle and Shine?

I have a bone bruise on my Coccyx

That's a real pain in the ass.

Bruised coccyx, ouch... I had that once. I tried a high kick in socks on the linoleum in my father's den during my brief schtick as a cheerleader (we had cheerleading teams for our sixth grade class presidential campaigns, if you can believe that; I don't remember my candidate, but I was enthusiastic.) I kicked, slipped, and landed right on my ass. My father found it amusing.

And last night, a mosquito bit me on my face. : (

Really?

poor pips :(

And last night, a mosquito bit me on my face. : (
That's no way to speak about your husband.

I busted my coccyx trying to surf down the stairs on an ironing board. It hurt for months. I was worried that my spinal fluid was leaking out of it for a while. (That was nonsense b.t.w., I always did exist about 2 degrees away from complete hypochondria)

That's not usually where he likes to bite, seanyboy. ; )

I swear, I'm gonna invest in mosquito netting pretty soon. I was up most of the night. I kept thinking I felt the blasted mosquito. He got me on my hand, too. I finally had to get up and watch late night Leno and Conan reruns. I had six bites one night. I'm runnin' outta blood. Why are there mosquitos in December anyway, I wanna know? Death to them all!

They never bite me, honey. (If they did there'd be drunk-ass mosquitos careening all over astoria). You must have tasty blood.