Wednesday

My good mood was too good to last.

We had horrible storms come through last night around 4 am.  It even woke me out of my drunken stupor.  I could hear Jasper downstairs stirring around, so I went down to lie on the couch.  I let him climb up and lie with me (all 110 pounds) just so that he would not be scared.

I woke up surprisingly refreshed.  Alas, it was all downhill from there.

Work sucks.

If any psychics out there read my blog and can suggest what I'm supposed to be doing with my life, please feel free to send me a message.  Via e-mail, not brainwaves.

Wednesday

Another brutal day at work, but at least it's Hump Day.  I had approximately 7 hours of conference calls today.  If I never talk on the phone again, it will be too soon.

I have to go to Charlotte for a few days at some point next week.  I'm just not in the mood for a road trip, but it could be worse I suppose.  I could be gone for a whole week, or have to deal with airports.  So I'll try not to complain.  I'll just hope for nice weather.

I must be really grumpy.  "Survivor" is on right now and I'm not the least bit interested.  TV in general has not captivated me much recently.  Maybe I'm outgrowing it.  Perhaps I'll just stick to listening to NPR.  At least until "True Blood" and "Dexter" begin again.