I have nothing to do for the next few days. I may read Brothers K again. I looked at my notes: I read it last year at this time, too. Or maybe it was two years ago. I'm not about to look at the logs again.
Because I left work early on Friday, per the boss's instructions, I forgot to set an "out of office" message for this week. Oops. Fortunately, I don't think anybody is around to ask for anything from me that doesn't know I'm out.
Things are turning messy. I'm not impeccable, sometimes I do twist the knife or pour in some salt, but it doesn't help that other people take things in quite literally the worst possible way. There's no negotiating with terrorists. MNS is right. I am going to be more like MNS. Whatevs.
In a few more days, it'll be Christmas. Then I can drink again.
It was utterly friggin' cold yesterday morning. Like -5 F. And blizzard conditions. The brake warning light was on when I first started the car, but turned off in a couple minutes. I'll have to look at it, see if there's actually something to it or if the cold somehow did something about something. I do need to have the power steering looked at. When it's really really cold, for the first minute or so, it's all locked up. It also has a bit of a whine. I need to change the oil soon, so I'll peek at all of it.
I'm a bit passive aggressive, by some reports. Meh. I'll just write a diary on the internets about it.
Człowiek z marmuru. Wajda. I like the title more than the synopsis at the moment.
I've got to get out of here.
I'm now married to The Sea. For some reason, I can't seem to get that to show up on facebook feeds. I poked around with all the settings. Oh well. I mean, if you go through all this trouble to make a joke, you at least want it to show up somewhere, right?
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