I am at work. Again.

I miss my weekends.

There was a Cute Girl From Vermont who expressed interest, then backed off as though I had scalded her when I mentioned that, due to the Olympics, my schedule was FUBAR until the end of March. I can't blame her, but I'm disappointed.

Meow.


Work switched my schedule around this weekend so I'd be working days instead of nights, so I have to miss maya_banana's baby shower tomorrow, which SUCKS.

My father wanted to take me and my mother to the theatre sometime soon, too, but between my schedule and the paucity of available tickets, we can't all go at the same time. It would have worked if I was free on weekends, ironically, but since I don't have any free weekends for the next forseeable EVER, I guess that's right out.

Sometimes I have to remind myself very forcefully of why I like this job.

Diseased. Urgh.

So that cold I've been fighting off for the past few days is asserting itself with a vengeance. I am about to dump a bunch of NyQuil on it and call it an early night.

If I didn't know better, I might also involve alcohol. Except, of course, that I have to be at work at christalmightyit'searly o'clock tomorrow morning.

Meh.

I'm in a surprisingly good mood for someone with a cold.