Work is work. The sheen of newness has worn away, and now I see with clearer vision the task set before me and the hurdles I must clear. My boss is a spazz, there's dramatic people in my department, and there's not enough leads to convert. But I'm working it, and I'm actually doing pretty well at it.
Outside of that, things are pretty good.
aldiablo hooked me up with a copy of the new Disturbed CD. Nice. Very nice indeed. I hit her back with some music of my own, and all were happy because of it. By the way, happy b-day, Al.
This weekend is shaping up to be a fun one, but I'm in need of some help on how I should spend my Friday night. Saturday's football in the park followed by whatever with the people that show up, and then Sunday is Bengals vs. Bears followed by more football followed by gaming. We had better stomp the Bears. Dammit. Stomp. But yeah. Friday? Help. Me.
There's more, but I'm not in a writing mood for some reason. I just resolved to finally update.