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It is now Thursday.

Meaning that in about 24 hours, I will be home and it will be the weekend again.

I am now registered for the WABA-PLC.

Annnnnd I got a big envelope-o-stuff today from the LASIK plus people. Should probably look at that.

And fuck if I didn't forget to call and cancel my Friday appointment with Katzen. Oh well, will do that later in the morning.

Oh and my mom called me today, apparently AC Moore was having a huge yarn sale last week and she bought me like a dozen and a half balls of yarn that she hasn't sent me yet.

I'm seriously thinking of giving up on Walden. for the moment anyway. Me and Henry just ain't getting nowhere. It's a losing battle. Perhaps if I were to just give it a break and move onto something else. Like In Search Of The Indo-Europeans (hahahahahahahahahahaha...I know.)

I should probably try to remember what I did with my copy of the Mabinogion too.

I feel like a nap.

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So every morning, this guy walks in and turns off all the lights in the office. Never bothers to say anything, just turns them off like he owns the place. (Solved the problem of the one coworker turning them all off all the time at night forever ago)

Usually at some point in the night, we turn all but one or two rows off- usually the one right over my head stays on, sometimes one other. Then in the morning, first another coworker comes in and turns the row nearest the outside wall on- it runs right over her desk. Then invariably, this other guy comes and turns them ALL off- except the one by the outside wall.

Today he comes in and announces that he's going to turn off the row above my head "Just want to make sure you don't have a problem with that."

WTF??? Why the sudden courtesy??? Why didn't you care to ask yesterday? Or last week? Or last freakin' year?

Just turn the damned things off already, not like it's going to make a difference if I tell you not to.

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I am just so generally irritated at the moment, between the coworker and lights thing, a stupid email that I got a few hours ago, wondering if the light rail isn't going to be ridiculously late again (I waited half an hour yesterday, instead of the train pulling up within a few minutes of me getting to the stop...and usually I'm getting there at the same time it is)

And then the last few days, there's a thought that keeps popping in and out of my mind. I know it's just worry, and a valid one, but the eye surgery thing....gah, I haven't even determined for 100% sure if I'll be getting it, but I'm having a hard time keeping the "Oh my god what if I go blind!!!!" thought out of my mind. It's been in the back of my mind for years but always as this remote possibility that I don't really worry about. Now, there's this small part of my brain that's almost devoted itself to this hypothetical terror...it's not exactly taking over my brain but it's far more present than I would like for it to be.

*grumble*

A Special Holiday Greeting...

Remember, it's Half-Price-Chocolate-Day Eve!

Don't forget to celebrate tomorrow by making offerings of coin or paper money at your preferred place of procurement in exchange for some chocolatey goodness!

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So...I loathe the Valentine's day thing, really. It's just another evil conspiracy of the greeting card industry. Fer real.

but I have to admit, Google's logo for the day really is cute.

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It was paid in pain and blood,
given so that I might have always
these reminders of you
etched on my flesh:

A hymn, words of praise for you,
your song unmatched;

A Cypress, holy to you,
shedding its sap-tears for eternity.

Was I delirious, or did I
feel a brush of fingertips,
cool and soothing
across my raw shoulders?


It occurred to me earlier today that either yesterday or tomorrow was/will be a year since I had the hymn tattoo done. (It was either the 13th or 15th, don't remember for sure. I kep wanting to say Tuesday the 15th, but Tuesday was the 13th last year.)

A Note I Just Wrote To My Supervisor

*customer information*

This customer would like a call back around 10am. Can't get the software installed.
He says his job depends on it.

but then, he also says he's drunk.

Beautiful.