Had today off. I go back to work tomorrow, to have the day after off. I don't mind the work, and I certainly don't mind the pay, but I do mind not having consecutive days off in a 40-hour, 5-day week. I'll work the schedule no matter what, but... I'm going to grumble. As if I don't already grumble anyway.
I spent today doing basically nothing. I lounged around at home and campaigned a bit, but that's hardly serious work. I've been meaning to write more, but I'm not a morning person so it can't happen before work, and I'm usually doing other stuff until I go to bed.
I really wish I could get onto the wireless at work. My Zune can do twitter stuff, and I like the twitter service. It's basically what Facebook used to be without the needless tacking on of bullshit. I'll find a time to post, I guess.
The TV is really fucking loud, as always.
It's almost 10. I should get to bed, probably. The Flyers are stomping another mudhole in Canada, so there's that. I get a sick bit of satisfaction knowing that a certain insecure fragile doll is probably crying herself to sleep over it. I hate weakness in a person, and I hate not being able to destroy it, but I'm not really able to just start a war.
It sounds like Claire is watching the season of Survivor we JUST WATCHED. It sucks, I think we as a shell talked her into quitting Ding on account of the bullshit not being worth it, and she agreed to not go. She then spent the whole night watching TV on iTunes. I guess it's just kind of lonely to be out here even though nothing else is happening. Patrick watched shitty movies all day and now he's watching some spin-off of some drama WAY TOO LOUD. He's on his laptop, I'm on mine, and the TV is just sitting there, loudly doing something we're not paying attention to.
Time to log, I guess.
Man, that got mopey fast.
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