Still tired but a bit Frisky.

2005-12-09 12:34 a.m.

This morning I was so tired and disoriented I filled the coffee maker with dry cat food. This was a sure sign that I should have just gone back to bed. On the up side, my coat is soft and glossy.

Work is a four lettered word. So is slut.

2005-12-07 9:06 p.m.

I don't know how you people do this whole full time working thing. It's killing me. I had absolutely nothing to do at work today - I even had to resort to cleaning out my desk drawers and organizing my office supplies. Then I organized and labelled all the letters I'd written since April of 2002. That's a helluva lot of letters. You'd think all that would be relaxing and easy but it made my tired. Finally I just gave up and went home.

I nibbled on a late lunch, watched an episode of NCIS then took a nap. When I say a nap, I don't mean a light twenty minute power nap. No, I fell asleep for three hours of solid R.E.M. activated snooze-o-rama. Today's dream involved me in solving crimes and being in a high speed car chase. That's what I get for watching murder mysteries before falling asleep.

It's probably a good thing that I'm back at work. It's encouraging me to do important things like bathe, shave things, tease my hair and wear make up. Plus, I can wear all the clothes I bought online when I was an invalid. I may be sickly but at least I'm stylin. It also keeps me from considering strange things like buying a ferret or becoming a slut for the sole purpose of becoming pregnant. Being easy used to be a recreational hobby, now with that damn biological clock ticking it's taking on a life of it's own. Who knew.

You can't make me ride the bus.

2005-12-06 11:45 a.m.

I am once again a part of the work force. You’d think that sitting in a cubicle shuffling papers would be pretty easy but I could barely drag my ass in the door last night when I got home. I was utterly totally exhausted. Working is hard. I had been gone so long that the network had ixnayed me so I had to wait until today to have a working computer. I had over six hundred e-mails waiting for me. I tried to go through them but I ended up deleting most of them unless the subject line had something really exciting in it. If you e-mailed me at work in the last couple of weeks I probably didn’t get it. Sorry!

Next week will mark ten years of working at the insurance company. I get a free set of luggage. I could also have chosen a watch, a barbeque smoker, golf bag or binoculars. I don’t have any luggage so I thought – hey, free luggage. Who cares if I don’t travel, I can put the cats inside and wheel them around the house for fun. They’d love it.

On a sad note, the woman I share the parking spot with is taking it back full time. It’s her spot, totally her call, but damn, I’m going to miss the company parking garage. I’m currently investigating the feasibility of monthly parking downtown. I really really really don’t want to take the bus ever again. I’ve really enjoyed not having people puke on me, hit on me or piss in the seat next to mine. It’s been blissful not having to watch my back every morning and evening. You can’t make me ride public transportation, damn it. I’ll cut food out of the budget before I let another heroin addict convulse all over me.

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