Hello, I am (mostly) sober
It is 3:52 PM. The office is empty; everyone has gone home after a rousing afternoon of eating and revelry. I won a bottle of sparkling apple cider, and a pie. I am sobering up. Blogging? YES. See...
It is 3:52 PM. The office is empty; everyone has gone home after a rousing afternoon of eating and revelry. I won a bottle of sparkling apple cider, and a pie. I am sobering up. Blogging? YES. See...
I'm not tired right now, but I've been run a little ragged lately. Curt and I going on vacation next week. It's a relatively inopportune time to go since my boss is out of town for three months right...
Today was good, because I was alive, and nothing really bad happened to anyone I know. There. There's a little perspective. Now I can say this: today sucked ASS. So much that I think there...
I'm tired. Barely had time to play with my new laptop (whom I have dubbed George II, for she is black, like George I, the cat) with re-installing all the crap and homework and work and crap. Also, I...