Oy.

This job may be turning my brain to putty. I opted to skip the job walk that would have been all dusty and stuff and made my head hurt worse, and instead stayed back in the office reconciling database dumps.

I have to say--Excel's conditional formatting function is truly amazing. I just wish you could put more than three conditions in.

Their sorting is way fucked though. And it's hard to work out with all that "This looks like a number! Please let me treat it like a number!" freaking out it does.

Sweeps--is that starting next week or the one after?

I don't have to come in an hour and half early on Monday. (the way I do a lot of weeks) YAY me!

Other plans for the weekend I've just remembered:

• Return that iPod power adapter you bought in DECEMBER
• Return the cami-bra to Macy's (because they had it cheaper online)
• Return the two pairs of pants (and maybe the belt) to Ann Taylor Loft, because my discount coupon just came in the mail. Which means I'll just turn around and buy them again, perhaps online to avoid looking totally cheap.

Okay. Going home. Why am I b.orging at work? Truly putty.

Sweeps--is that starting next week or the one after?

I don't know -- could it be already? Last night's shows felt awfully sweeps-y.

I will also be doing laundry and cleaning and grocery shopping in addition to Sunday's roller derby and Secret Crush Society. Oh and IKEA because it is out that way. Anybody else pre-event IKEAing?

I lay down on the futon to read an article after shooting the cat and whoa. Conked right out. Woke up pretty abruptly too, to the point my brain is awake but I'm not so sure about my body. It's got that sleepy heaviness.

Whee! Two eBay packages are here. I'll try those on, think about vacuuming, take some painkillers, and then sleep.

What are people doing this weekend?

Um, which I need to pack for as my "schleping the Kittenish to the cattery and getting me to my plane" starts hella early tomorrow.

But, hey, 25 years! That's kinda cool.

Sweeps started last night.

My plans: hopefully rest my ankle enough so that I can walk next week. Also, I must mail some stuff and drop some stuff off at the library and should also go to the grocery store.

Weekend: Little League game tomorrow morning. 10am game means 9am warmup means leaving here by 8:30. Feh. I hate the morning games. My team never wakes up until 11:30. I'm going to make them run a lot in warmups. Then I slip the crank into their water bottles.

No game Sunday so go play with Emmett.

If I can scrape the money together we might go to Roller Derby on Saturday night.

Game on Monday which messes with my writing.

This weekend is all work.

There are fireworks outside I can't see. I feel left out.