Brace yourself. It's time to blather.

[angelout2killme]

• I hope you had a nice weekend, whether you celebrated anything or not. I ate a Hershey's chocolate cross. Plus, Hubby purchased the weirdest jelly beans I've ever had; they were lumpy and bumpy on the outside, tasting sweet, and crystallized and sour on the inside.
• In the rush of sugar and new latopedness, I forgot to cover for my co-worker this morning. Crap. I arrived what I thought was ten minutes early, but was actually one hour and fifty minutes late. Holy chocolate Jesus on a Cross blessed me with a light work load, so I was done with my co-workers tasks in rapid time. No one complained about operations being two hours behind. Hurrah for me.
• I think I can see where I am improving in my writing. Damn, I'm still a big baby about going back and reading, but I can see style growing and story flowing a little bit. Maybe. I think. Maybe it's wishful hoping.
• Rumors around work come from on high: in May, sixty to eighty people will be laid off. So, for another month, I may have a job and that be it. Have I mentioned I hate my job lately?
• Taxes are done. I need to sign and slip into the mail.
• I've been trying to figure out how to sum up the whole Amazon Fail fiasco. All I can think of is a memory from my childhood: in grade school, I remember being taken to the library where I learned about the Dewey Decimal system. During that time, we were also shown the dictionaries and encyclopedia. And the first thing my group of friends and I did once the librarian and the teacher left us to our own devices, we looked up dirty words. Quite frankly, I would much rather have my grade school child to go to Amazon to look up dirty words rather than Google.
• I can never figure out if I give too much or too little description in my writing.