Walked into the Dunkin Donuts this morning to pick up blogger fuel for those beginning their 24-hour marathon. I passed a mother and her maybe 3-year-old son on the way to the counter; the boy gave me an adorable little-stinker grin as I went by. He had a cup of milk in front of him, and a chocolate donut broken into pieces ( Read more... )

Every now and then you just hit these little pockets of "... ... ... wtf?!?!!"

I won't even hazard a guess as to just how that pen managed to land *just so,* perfectly wedged on its end, when it fell down between the sections of my cubicle - but it was surreal as hell to look over and see it "standing" there. @,@

I wish it were next Wednesday; then I'd have the day off.

Not that I don't still enjoy my job - I do! - but I think July 4 is going to be our first full "downtime" day in... um. A while. ^^;; There are multiple ( reasons, which you may or may not want to read... )

Nevertheless, the house seems to be out to get me. Or at least, it's ( taking unfair advantage of my lack of coordination. Beware, there be cussin' under here! And also a far-too-long ramble. )

If this is really "Oracle Calendar," why should I have to make any entries in it? Shouldn't it be telling me what's going to happen for the day, instead of vice versa?