i’m pretty grumpy today. i swear, if anybody wants a good-as-new uterus, just let me know. i’ll ship it overnight.
so, i realized that my work chair lists to the right. no wonder it squeaks and makes me hurt. fucking chair. i bet it’ll take an act of god to get me a new one, too. can’t do that. i mean, we just spent how many zillions of dollars giving everyone a set of glasses to mark the recent opening. we can’t give heather a new chair so she doesn’t end up crippled in her old age. fuckers. wow, i really am cranky.
the shortening days are making me happy. i like to go to bed around ten o’clock on a normal week night. i get up at five-thirty, so that gives me an average of about seven to seven-and-a-half hours sleep (factoring falling-asleep time at night and laying-abed time in the morning). i can function at a decent level with that amount of rest. when it’s still light out at ten p.m., trying to go to sleep is difficult. so i stay up later. and get less rest. and that makes me miserable. and people wonder why i hate summer so much. if it’s not the heat, it’s the long days. if it’s not the long days, it’s the bugs. if it’s not the bugs, it’s the heat. yay fall!
i have a ton of work to do which i’m completely slacking on because i have an attitude problem. do i look like i care? i don’t think so.
haven’t taken a picture in days. i hope the novelty hasn’t worn off.