..sigh..

It's such a blah morning. I'm incredibly sleepy and have absolutely 0 motivation to do anything. Wednesday afternoon can't get here soon enough.

Barry's first concert is tomorrow and I'm thinking he's en route to Turtle Island as I write this. It still kills me that I won't get to see him...then again, I was always a bit iffy meeting him anyway since I'm a blob. I'd rather he meet a fabulously glamourous, beautiful, and thin Tin. Maybe someday that version of me will get to go to London and hook up then. Regardless of my appearance, though, I'm still a pathetic fan girl and will more than likely pass flat out if I ever did get to meet The Bald One.

I need to write Me'Shel'le. That is my task for the day, to write my dear friend and sister in the Sac-town. It seems like we've really lost touch this past year and it pains me on many levels.

To be honest, I've lost touch with a lot of people and I can't figure out why. It seems that, when I stopped making the effort, we just drifted apart. This can be seen in two distinct ways:
1. I just wasn't trying hard enough and let the friendship languish
2. I was the only one trying to begin with and, when I stopped, the friendship began to languish.

Hmmm....sorta makes one wonder, eh?

I don't think I'm going over to Llew's today. Frankly, I don't feel like breathing at the moment, much less visiting anyone. I hate PMS. Besides, Llew isn't feeling his best and probably doesn't feel like putting up with me anyway. I'm too tired and surly to be concerned about it. He'll understand. That's one great thing about us, our capacity for understanding and giving each other space.

Well, I guess I should get back to work. It seems that I'm stuck here until 4 PM or beyond, so I should make the best of it.

..sigh..

Event Horizon

There is a theory that whatever enters a black hole is stretched and stretched and stretched and streeeeeeettttchhhhhhheddd beyond all comprehension. I b'lieve it's called the Spaghetti Effect.

Well, that's how I feel here at work. I feel as though I've entered the Black Hole of Corporate Slavery and I have been stretched beyond my capacity to take any more.

It is now time to snap like a strand of overcooked spaghetti.

Dan Fogelberg

I'd forgotten just how wonderful he is.

Armageddon

I worked until 6 this afternoon, this after coming in at 7 this morning. I told the Feudal Mistress that I could go on no longer, but I'd be in at 7 tomorrow. She said "You're a better woman than I am." This is surely one of the Seven Signs of the Apocalypse.

I'm tired and achey. As soon as I write Me'Shel'le, I believe I shall retire for the evening.

Joe Jackson looks like Barry Andrews' weasley older brother.

One More Thing

In his old age, Jimmy Page is looking more and more like Captain Sulu.