Small triumphs

Aha! I have found the creamer stash. Generic black tea just isn't right without cream. And not that fake powdered cream. That shit's nasty, yo.

I feel so out of it right now. I didn't go to be spectacularly late, but Calvin woke me up at 5:30 and then went down to pop on my couch again. Fucker. And then someone left the dog inside, and while I was waiting for his slow ass to pee on a daisy, I missed my bus (well, one bus, the good catch-up bus that doesn't make me late, not the I'm-already-fucked-so-I-won't-walk bus that I did catch.)

So, out if it, and grumpy, and a pile of actual things to do today. This is real work, man. I don't know if I can handle it. Urm - Bossman's here. Time to fake it.

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Fuckity fuckfuckfuck.

Vet appt in an hour, and I still need to get those two dead (Dead, I tell you!) computers up and running sometime today. We won't even look at the massive software install, or the Palm fiasco. No! No phones! EEeeeevil!

When in doubt...

Split the dinner and order dessert.

And then talk about fantasy cars on the bus on your way home. I'm still enthralled by the purple Prowler I saw months ago.

Calvin's in lockup right now, the vet's waiting for a urine sample so we can tell if it's a UTI or just a massive behavioral problem. Poor baby yowled all the way to the vet, but he wasn't terribly squirmy when we got there. Lori's been good for him that way - training him not to become a wiggly handful of fur when held.

I survived work, even managed to resurrect two computers while brain dead, which I hope counts for something. Tonight I want real sleep, and Calvin won't be around to wake me up at 5:30.