It's Thursday! Whee!

That means one more day left before the weekend. *bounce*

Lesson learned this week: paranoia produces wordcount.

Heard back from the nice little man at Mac 911, and it is indeed the logic card that bit the dust. I shall be calling Apple Customer Service later on. Fun.

This weekend shall be devoted to band, rest, and wordcount, not necessarily in that order. I haven't exactly had a restful month, and this past week pretty much put me over the edge. Time to put myself in "safe" mode and try to recover.

I am singularly uninterested in working today. It doesn't help that I'm working on what is possibly the single most boring and frustrating tasks in my job description, which is a form detailing all the previous month's expenses. It is time-consuming, tedious, and often makes no sense. I also have the sneaking suspicion that no one really follows up on it once I've finished, and so it vanishes into some liminal space between files somewhere, never to be seen again unless someone audits us. :P

Anyway, I heard from my temp agency that they may have another job in mind for me, so I have to call them on my lunch break to get the details. The woman working on my file hinted darkly about it being too long to explain if I wasn't on break, or whatever. Anyway, I'd be replacing a woman on maternity leave, but it's possible she won't want to come back to work after that, so it would become permanent. *shrug* I don't even know what the job is right now, so I'm not holding my breath. We shall see.

GBP!

It's sarahcarotte's birthday! Three cheers for the birthday girl!

Hip hip hurrah!
Hip hip hurrah!
Hip hip hurrah!

"Oh, for she's a jolly good fellow!
For she's a jolly good fellow!
For she's a jolly good fellow!
And so say all of us!"

:::throws confetti:::

"I wish that everyone I knew hadn't sold out to the Man..."

I've had something that probably closesly approximates "The Barenaked Ladies' Greatest Hits" on loop in my head since Monday. It's kind of fun, actually, like a rock concert all for me inside my head. Party!

I'm probably going to take refuge at my parents' apartment tonight to do some more writing and generally just relax with their television. There must be *something* good on television on Thursdays, right? I remember Thursday used to be the big night for television.

I got some writing done at lunch. Not as much as yesterday, but it's already more than I had. The worst thing you've written is better than the best thing you never wrote, right? Right.

I don't remember what I wanted to talk about. My brain wants a vacation. Speaking of work, that job that my agency found for me is the same damned one they proposed eight months ago where I never got past the phone interview. They just didn't write it down in my file. Idiots.

I need to get back to this form I've been working on since this morning, but the prospect bores me to such an extent that I prefer to procrastinate a little while longer. Also, NaNoWriMo has done wonders for my typing skills. I can't do ten-finger typing by any stretch of the imagination, but I've typed most of this entry without looking at the keyboard. NaNo has taught me to type, albeit with typos. At least my fingers know where the delete key is.