I'm thinking of putting my coat back on. Heat in this building is really variable.

Dear People Higher Up:

Would it kill you to finalize the design and contents BEFORE we burn 100 cds for you?

We can't just "add" a few files and an extra label to all of them with our setup. It's highly specialized and you are luck we bend the rules and let you use it.

Signed,

It's monday, deal.

Crayons are very yucky in the mouth. Neither of my kids kept doing it after the first time.

I am frosting cookies. Dillo seems to think frosting goes on one's nose. He wipes it off the cookie and puts it on his nose. Casper is making Power Ranger cookies. She has a friend at school who likes Power Rangers and apparently they play Power Rangers on the monkey bars. We had to Google them to see what they looked like.

Last night I told K-Bug about the reusable bag discussion and the compliments paid to Trader Joe's baggers. She thanks you all, as if she trained each one personally.

I'm at work and bored to tears. But am chugging tea and hoping for a project to keep me awake.

Dillo just watched Dylan eating the remote, and I wish I could take a video of him pointing and saying, "bee-bee!" (I can take videos, but I am the only adult in the house and can't do everything at once.)

I'm off to the remaining 3 hours of Arisia!

Did we talk about this last year?

The weather is appalling, the Christmas credit card bills are landing on the doorstep . . . and you've already broken your New Year's resolutions.

But don't worry, if you can just get through today, things will start to look up.

Monday, January 21, you see, has been officially declared the gloomiest day of the year.

Psychologist Cliff Arnall, an expert in depression, has used a mathematical formula to pinpoint today as Blue Monday.

He says it is the day when six factors come together to leave us at our most miserable.

They are: the dank and gloomy weather; Christmas debt; a feeling of monotony after the Christmas cheer has faded; broken New Year's resolutions; low levels of motivation; and a desperate feeling that you need to take action to improve your drab existence.

Today sucks - science says so!

And how did he know that I have a drab existence?

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I'm off to the remaining 3 hours of Arisia!

Sniff. Rub it in, why don't you?

Monday, January 21, you see, has been officially declared the gloomiest day of the year.

This explains why I feel like crap. It doesn't explain what feels like a cracked rib (I'm 95% sure it's just muscle strain), but it explains almost everything else.

I think Friday was worse. But that's apparently because I'm such an unpleasant person I can't stand my own company.

Emily is emphatically NOT an unpleasant person. All kinds of hells no on that one.

My entire body is sore.