Slowly but surely...

After the initial headlong rush, donation speed is starting to wane. I was expecting this, since all those who wanted enthusiastically to donate have done so by now.

Now begins the "hard" work, and I am pleased to see that I am much further ahead than I thought I would be at this juncture. I thought that I would easily hit $500 and then have to work for every penny subsequently. It seems I vastly underestimated my friends and family, who have been breathtakingly generous ever since I started this fundraising campaign.

Now I have only a little over $700 to raise in order to meet my October 31st goal. That's less than $23 a day, which I think is eminently doable.

On Friday I will be at the front entrance of the RCMP, harassing the officers in person. I'm hoping that that will yield good results. :)

Attack of the Emo Cloud

I am inexplicably down today. I'm not sure why (hence "inexplicably"). I got plenty of sleep last night (once again, a "quick nap" lasted much longer than I anticipated), so it can't be that I'm overtired. I'm tired, yes, but reasonably well-rested for now. I had breakfast, so I doubt that it's low blood sugar. My fundraising campaign is going well, so it can't be that. It could be generalized anxiety about the metric assload of things I have to do before I leave. Maybe.

The Giant Admin Task Of Doom is looming again. I'm supposed to be creating a huge pdf document with all the OCC procedures in it, except that I have no idea how to tackle it. It's like trying to eat an elephant: I know I have to eat it one bite at a time, but which end am I supposed to start with?

Mnyeh.

I am pulling a double shift today. That means no Hump Night at Hurley's. Boo. Instead I will be at work, watching the French-language leaders' debate on TV in between calls. I expect it will be excruciating and possibly embarrassing at times.

Tomorrow is the English-language leaders' debate, at the same time as the VP debate in the U.S. I will confess to being torn. As a good Canadian citizen, I feel a certain moral and civic obligation to watch our own debate. OTOH, the U.S. is gearing up for what looks to be a historic election (I gotta say that this Canadian election is going to be anything but historic), and I want to watch the VP debate out of sheer shadenfreude for the brilliant train wreck that it promises to be. "Good ole boy" Joe Biden vs "I-can-see-Russia-from-my-house!" Sarah Palin. I mean, "trainwreck" doesn't even begin to describe the full potential of this debate. Whoever wins it will do so by a landslide: there's no way for this not to be polarizing. Compare that to the ho-hum drudgery of watching our four charismatically-challenged candidates argue unconvincingly about the environment, and you can see why I'm torn about this.

Hm. My mood just got better. Also inexplicably. Maybe I need to think about Sarah Palin more: the humour in the situation never fails to cheer me up. Mind you, if she and McCain win, I may end up depressed for another four years. :P

Owie...

In other news, Pan-Pan slept on my head for the whole night and now my neck hurts.