I've been at work for 2 hours so far. 12 hours to go. I really need a nap.

You need an optical mouse. Any time I find a ball mouse in my box 'o computer bits it goes to the trash.

Hahahahhaahahah! **sighs** Ahem. I can't get a pack of post-it's. No way are they letting me get a new mouse.

This morning I nearly forgot to vote, but I remembered just in time. I have to admire the dedication of one of the election sign holders outside of the voting area. She was standing there in the rain with the sign of a guy who was running unopposed.

I should say thanks to the University of Florida for enabling my win in the office NCAA tournament pool. I'm sure that was a motivating factor for them. I think I'm 3 of 8 now in bracket pools that I've been in.

I did that thing when I woke up where I incorporated my alarm clock into my dreams, and when I finally opened my eyes, I couldn't understand the numbers. Fifteen minutes later, I had to do the shit-shit-shit stumble out of bed, tripping and dropping things and trying to make sure I had matching socks and my keycard and my bus pass and did I remember to put makeup on both eyes and oh crap have to go back for the umbrella.

I actually got to work five minutes early, but I can only do one thing at a time, because if I try to multitask my brain explodes and 1+1=fnord.

Ahem. I can't get a pack of post-it's. No way are they letting me get a new mouse.

That sucks. There used to be a ball mouse only policy here for replacement mice since the guy in charge of MIS purchases or whatever saw optical mice as a luxury item despite being able to get them for 10 bucks at CompUSA down the street. They've loosened up here though.

I can no longer access gmail from my google home page or by typing in the url.

I have to hit "account", check out my settings, go to "calendar" and then click "gmail."

WTF?

happy birthday Tom. I am posting from a new/old laptop. wireless, but it seems to need to plugged in. so I am not leash free.

I can no longer access gmail from my google home page or by typing in the url.

I blame Owen.

I blame Owen.

Sadly, he's learned the lesson, "Don't touch 'puter!" very well. I've probably buggered it up meself.

I did that thing when I woke up where I incorporated my alarm clock into my dreams, and when I finally opened my eyes, I couldn't understand the numbers. Fifteen minutes later, I had to do the shit-shit-shit stumble out of bed, tripping and dropping things and trying to make sure I had matching socks and my keycard and my bus pass and did I remember to put makeup on both eyes and oh crap have to go back for the umbrella.

I do this all the time. I know that there is a 7 and a 3 and a 5, but I don't know what it means.

There used to be a ball mouse only policy here for replacement mice since the guy in charge of MIS purchases or whatever saw optical mice as a luxury item despite being able to get them for 10 bucks at CompUSA down the street.

Everything is a luxury at a non-profit. I would get one myself, but there's the pesky "nothing on the computer unless we say so." thing. Which, I understand, but when I'm the one everybody in the region calls with computer problems, I think I should be given a little leeway.