Things are better here at work. It took a long discussion with the Controller dipshit to go over some issues. It’s better. Much better. I still don’t want to come in to work in the mornings, but that goes without saying. I’m still looking for another job (thanks to klikitak for the job posting last night!), but I’m not as stressed out to leave here. Calmness reigns once again. Anyhow, I’m looking forward to this three-day weekend. The knot of muscle otherwise known as my heart in beating in overtime. Granted, the only thing I know for sure is that I’m going to help klikitak move to her new house on Sunday. It should be lots of sweaty smelly fun. Although I might go see the Get Hustle at the Smell Saturday night. I know several people have poo-poohed their live set, but whatever. I’ve really liked them since Fatkid and I played them on KCSB. Ah those were the days. Actually, they weren’t. Speaking of Fatkid, he’s poo poo because he never returns my phone calls. Um. I have no idea where I’m going with this post anymore. My brain just seems really fried lately. Some synaptical misfires? I suppose when you’re as obsessed with crossword puzzles as I am, your mind just starts thinking along those lines. Maybe one day, I will do a post entirely in crossword.