December 15th, 2004

(no subject)

Okay, I've got the cable guy drilling holes in my walls and a carpenter doing something strange upstairs, and Ikea doesn't answer their phone to cancel tomorrow's defective-product pickup. So much for sleep.

Not sure if I'll be able to concentrate on this either, but might as well try. I'd been thinking about bitching about work during work last night; that's about all the bitching I get to do, there. It's an okay peon-job, but still very much a peon job. Not Life, and not enough to support Life. Need to do something else, and I've got two primary and several backup candidates for that.

And there went the attention span. This would've been a long post; I'll try again later.