Blah day
Today is a blah day.
No Avatar tonight. *sigh*
I guess I could try watching the episodes online. 'Cept that means I'd have to unhook my keyboard, mouse, external, and monitor from Gerry's desktop and plugging it into mine. Oh the agony.
*rolls eyes*
Wish one could hook 'em up together and then I could just access them together.
I'm bored, but I don't want to put away books. No pages for us 'cause the City buggered it up.
The kids got out early at 11:30, so have been glued to the computers since then.
Myspace? Mycrack.
I want to go home so I can play WoW . . . and snuggle with Gerry . . . and sleep . . . and take down that damned Xmas tree . . . and put together my new furniture (Ikea said 'Anne, take a tasteful dresser and matching bedside drawers' and I listened . . . but there is still guilt) . . . anything but work.
My hair is too short to do anything with. My braid is about a foot long. *sigh*
I keep telling myself "You have the next 3 days off. You've only got a few hours more. Breathe deep, seek peace."
Everyone (on staff) keeps asking me how I am. I wonder what Cindy told them all? It's like they think I'm dying.
Then again . . . I've worked for Pratt for almost a year now (full-time since, what? April?) and have taken more days off since November than I've taken off in a year. hmm.
I have fun stuff coming in the mail. Possibly Monday, but probably Tuesday.
I'm gonna put some cds on hold from Pratt. Maybe someone I don't listen to much.
Hmm, I should get off my bucket ass and go put books away. Someone has to, 'cause Kit isn't.
No Avatar tonight. *sigh*
I guess I could try watching the episodes online. 'Cept that means I'd have to unhook my keyboard, mouse, external, and monitor from Gerry's desktop and plugging it into mine. Oh the agony.
*rolls eyes*
Wish one could hook 'em up together and then I could just access them together.
I'm bored, but I don't want to put away books. No pages for us 'cause the City buggered it up.
The kids got out early at 11:30, so have been glued to the computers since then.
Myspace? Mycrack.
I want to go home so I can play WoW . . . and snuggle with Gerry . . . and sleep . . . and take down that damned Xmas tree . . . and put together my new furniture (Ikea said 'Anne, take a tasteful dresser and matching bedside drawers' and I listened . . . but there is still guilt) . . . anything but work.
My hair is too short to do anything with. My braid is about a foot long. *sigh*
I keep telling myself "You have the next 3 days off. You've only got a few hours more. Breathe deep, seek peace."
Everyone (on staff) keeps asking me how I am. I wonder what Cindy told them all? It's like they think I'm dying.
Then again . . . I've worked for Pratt for almost a year now (full-time since, what? April?) and have taken more days off since November than I've taken off in a year. hmm.
I have fun stuff coming in the mail. Possibly Monday, but probably Tuesday.
I'm gonna put some cds on hold from Pratt. Maybe someone I don't listen to much.
Hmm, I should get off my bucket ass and go put books away. Someone has to, 'cause Kit isn't.