3/26/09
The weeks seem to be going faster which is good because I want 4/8/09 to come very soon so I can be with Leah once again.
The weeks seem to be going faster which is good because I want 4/8/09 to come very soon so I can be with Leah once again.
Nothing changes the fact that the 4 o'clock hour at work is the most awful hour of the day. All the other hours pass pretty quickly but once the clock starts inching towards 3:49 then time begins slowing down to the consistency of December molasses.
Still this is like one of the best work environments I've had in a long time. For example, I actually laugh at work and bust balls without getting anxious and thinking I just pissed someone off.
oneiromancy
Woke up sometime before the alarm and realized that I had puzzled out a way to make my job easier and make our department more valuable and profit-oriented. All the fucking details were there and I could've dragged my elderly, fat and lazy ass out of bed to waddle over to the elderly laptop to fire up EditPlus (the editor of choice of the editor in chief of heptapod.org) then start hammering out the details here for you, gentle reader.
Instead I felt too tired, took the shirt off my face and pried open my left eye to gauge the light in my room so I could guess the time rather than face the awful reality of my alarm clock. I went back to sleep.
All was lost.
The next dream had me eating dinner off the soles of the feet of some latina.
