Bored Now.
I came to work hoping that it would be a low-key day, and boy, was I right. I've got a total of less than one hour of actual work to do on today's schedule. If I were motivated, I could probably wander around and see if other people need help, but the migraine is making a very good argument for sitting right here and swilling down yet another bottle of water. So I am. Besides, if it sounds like I'm typing, who knows if I'm actually working or not, right? I figure I can take one day off, so to speak.
Thank Joss for friends of friends lists. I'm having so much fun browsing everyone's f-o-f's. There are some amazing folks out there with some very interesting things to say.
I have nothing terribly interesting to add, except that it seems like the sparrows get louder every morning, chirping outside my window. I'm glad I don't live in an area that gets cicadas, anymore. I remember that very well, seven years ago, and aaargh. No fun at all. I was always glad that cicadas couldn't fly like cockroaches, because when I was young, I saw a picture of one, and man, they're ugly things. There's no way I could ever be an entomologist, although I did conduct a spider eviction last night by tossing it out the window. I just can't bring myself to kill the things, but I can't go to sleep knowing its skittery long-legged hairy self is lurking over there by the baseboard or wherever. *wibble*
Anyway. This moment of randomness brought to you by migraine medication. Better living through chemistry, no kidding.
Thank Joss for friends of friends lists. I'm having so much fun browsing everyone's f-o-f's. There are some amazing folks out there with some very interesting things to say.
I have nothing terribly interesting to add, except that it seems like the sparrows get louder every morning, chirping outside my window. I'm glad I don't live in an area that gets cicadas, anymore. I remember that very well, seven years ago, and aaargh. No fun at all. I was always glad that cicadas couldn't fly like cockroaches, because when I was young, I saw a picture of one, and man, they're ugly things. There's no way I could ever be an entomologist, although I did conduct a spider eviction last night by tossing it out the window. I just can't bring myself to kill the things, but I can't go to sleep knowing its skittery long-legged hairy self is lurking over there by the baseboard or wherever. *wibble*
Anyway. This moment of randomness brought to you by migraine medication. Better living through chemistry, no kidding.