The No Good Horrible VERY BAD Friday

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I was all set to argue myself out of an Aliph Jawbone 2 (Pros:
AWESOME; Cons: it costs as much as the phone I'm pairing it with, you
tool), but I lost my mp3 player today. Replacing my beloved Sansa Clip
trumps bluetooth headset.

Day Three of Understaffed Work-Related Insanity started today at 7:30 AM.

I have been sick for a week and a half.

When I get off my paid job, I go to Capclave, when what I really want
is a long bike ride, a hot shower and a stack of DVDs *this* *high*.
Starting with Moulin Rouge and going down

Thursday night was a series of subtle failures to triumph over my
fundamental desire for 12 hours of sleep and a functional lactase
gene.

I started this at 3 PM, during my "lunch", and now it's six and I'm
finally done at work and I have missed the Friday gripe window. Now
someone's going to try and give me internet hugs, and I will try to
reach back through the fiber-optic cable to smack them, because I feel
in my heart and soul that internet hugs are a prime example of the
false intimacy of the internet.

Will this week just end already, please. Please.

Comments

[charlie-ego.livejournal.com]

I don't know if the humanities are generally like that, but they are certainly much more accepting of such behavior :)

The other thing about the interwebs is that I may write you what seems like a long and rambly comment (ahem), but divided over 24 hours it's really not that much socialization...