Congrats on the new jobs, Plei and Jess! And yay for you too, Drew!

I am crazy tired these days but I can't sleep. Sigh. Which I suppose means I should get to bed so I can at least get a few hours in before the obligatory waking up anxious in the middle of the night!

I am en route to O'Hare. It's very dark outside.

I got stuck behind a group of women at Frontera who were yelling at friends to buy them half-decaf soy lattes from Starbucks and then tried to get tortas without the bread.

Shirft, did you tell them to just eat a muffin, whitey?

In other news, because my boss has neglected to tell HR about a change in the reporting structure made THREE YEARS AGO, I have been getting emails about approving time and pay increases for people who do not report to me.

Meeting people angry. Just got reminder of dentist appt today, which gets me out of another angry meeting. Woohoo?

I care that I don't have space to repair and refinish furniture in.

Zenkitty is me. I have to do most of it outside, which means I'm limited by the weather. Also, outside is full of suicidal bugs.

I neglected to say "yay for good meeting" to Drew.

Commuting here is getting comical. I was all excited to see a bus at the stop when I got off the subway, until I saw that it had clipped another bus. So I walked, no problem. And came in to an email from one of my staff people that she was about to get on the train (or already on it? Unclear) when it caught fire!

At least I'm getting exercise, I guess.

Nice to know cheesy 70s horror thriller stuff still has an impact.

If you ever run across it, check out When Michael Calls. Not quite as cheesy (unless you count the '70s decor and fashions -- remember looooooong stocking hats?), and you'll probably figure everything out before it's half over, but definitely an impact. Especially at the climax.

I am sitting in the parking garage at my office because I drove an hour in the fog to get here then realized I left my computer at home.