Ok, maybe it'll end, but not yet

( Love and Freindship, Part the Twelfth )

Is there a finish line?

Tired. I've been humping computers and swapping drives and crap all day, and I've got one more box to strip and fill up. Ech. Doesn't help that all our counter/workspace has been invaded by a crapload of monitors we need to surplus, and I'm basically working on the floor.

Ow. And the sneezing should stop soon, too.

Weird Work Ethic

While I feel fully justified to read as much slash as humanly possible while at work, I also feel vaguely guilty on the rare occasion when I haven't finished all my tasks, and will thus stay a little late to finish them off. At the Foundation, I'd make them pay my overtime, but the University's not exactly flush right now, plus they actually pay me a decent wage.

Still, it's Arsenic Jade's fault that I was late home today, thus missing out on Calvin... again peeing on the couch. I called the vet, and I'll be taking him in tomorrow sometime.

Veggies! Monday is Market Basket Day, where I am provided with my new set of puzzles for the week: What the hell is this, and how do I fix it to make it edible? So:

Red Salad Onions - saving these for something requiring onions, which is anything, really.
Asparagus - just enough for a side dish, probably steamed.
Rhubarb - no farking clue.
Spinach - salad or only lightly sauteed
Green Leaf Lettuce - salad. Yay salad!
Baby Turnips - cut into quarters and roasted in the little toaster oven. Quite nummy.
Bok Choi - stir-fry. Probably tomorrow.
Strawberries - All gone! And I even shared - I feel so virtuous. (that and the pound of cherries I've been nibbling on all evening)
Fresh Thyme - Crap, now I need to make something that uses this. But what?

I really enjoy brainstorming on stories, especially if I don't have to write them, and thus, they get realized a hell of a lot quicker.