I hate today. Overslept, almost called in sick, and came to work to find a "do this task, refer to the documentation!" e-mail from supervisor B, who 1) writes the world's worst documentation, and 2) refers me to the documentation every time I ask a question, which 3) makes me want to choke a bitch, because I'm asking questions that aren't covered in the goddamn documentation, motherfucker!

Ah man, I was hoping Monday was being better behaved this week.

Guess not.

I realized that even though I'm currently last in my office NCAA pool, I am poised to leap ahead in the next round. So that's good.

Also, I actually did the thing that I said I would do first thing this morning, so that's also good.

You totally owe me new shoes.

I sure hope those weren't the awesome black leather Chuck Taylors.

Emma did seem really fastpaced which is odd because when I first saw it I thought it was extra slow. (And on a sidenote: how did I miss that Mr. Knightley has a flatcoat?)

Ah man, I was hoping Monday was being better behaved this week.

At least I didn't fall down on the ice? Although I still have a chance to do that on the way home, so I won't rule it out just yet.

I need something decadent for lunch. I am putting off the Complicated Task I Don't Know How To Do until this afternoon, when I have more of a brain.

Somehow the idea that a freakshow needs rehearsing sits weirdly with me.

There were a lot of awkward skits with lame jokes.

My apartment is in shambles. Totally need to do laundry. Have to go to work and hope for the best sort of day requiring little brain power. I wonder if I can work on some sort of data entry project.

Too much shit going on. Brain on fire. Need to chillax.

My right hand and arm are hurting me enough that I've switched my mouse over to the left. Bah.

Did you at least get a breakfast burrito? (I typed burriot again. I am thinking we need to invent a definition for it.)

Belated Happy Birthdays, Raq and Kathy!

((((Scrappy and family))))