It's raining, it's pouring
And I'm just posting here quickly to let people know I'm alive (barely). Work is - well, it's work. I do stuff that nobody outside the office could understand or care about, and they give me money for it at the end of the month. Not a lot of money, mind, but y'know, handy for paying for petrol, books, comics and stuff... I'm swapping job duties soon and I'm training on the new stuff as well as doing my old stuff, but I'm tired and not sleeping as soundly as I should, so I feel like I've got big holes in my memory. Also my computer won't do what I'm telling it to. Sigh.
Outside of work, I'm, ummm, not doing much at all. I read books, watch TV and sleep. Oh man, I've missed the Olympics! Not keen on the second week with all the athletics, but I adore the first week. Rowing! Gymnastics! Diving! Weightlifting! Equestrian! Swimming! (Michael Phelps is the result of a secret programme of genetic engineering *nods* :P) Stupid work means I miss all that good stuff.
Also, it has rained a lot.
Outside of work, I'm, ummm, not doing much at all. I read books, watch TV and sleep. Oh man, I've missed the Olympics! Not keen on the second week with all the athletics, but I adore the first week. Rowing! Gymnastics! Diving! Weightlifting! Equestrian! Swimming! (Michael Phelps is the result of a secret programme of genetic engineering *nods* :P) Stupid work means I miss all that good stuff.
Also, it has rained a lot.