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now i will tell you what I’ve done for you
50 thousand tears I’ve cried
screaming deceiving and bleeding for you…

So, it is 7:59 AM per the alarm clock and I have a choice to make… I snooze the alarm “one more time^TM“, kick off all the covers, and roll over face down on JT’s cold pillow to think about it…

Do I want to go to work today?

The answer, quite readily, was in fact hell no, but that isn’t the dilemma. Knowing I have to go in 99.9% of the time in order to keep the job, I had to weigh whether today was in fact one of those .1% days where I would play the “I’ll be working from home” card. That one is thin and hard to play very often, especially with all the network changes going on here, and the new feature that clears the servers cache when my IP address (at work) connects to it, so I don’t go insane trying to make updates that don’t show up for 20 minutes, and especially with the fact that I hardly have any “creative” or “design” work at all anymore, at least until I get through this huge fat pile of reworks that never seems to get smaller.

So, laying face down in the pillow, it occurred to me that I would rather just go in, and actually get some shit done rather than sleep in, do a few things, snack all day, and end up in front of the television, barely remembering to shower and get dressed for cheese later.

Speaking of which, I’m perturbed about the lack of cheese presents for this week, because I had such a good idea…. but it seems it will have to wait until next time. Thank my lucky stars for Magoo leaving me a check I could deposit for some cash today… even if I did end up having to take it to a bank teller to do it….

That’s right, kiddies, my mystery-fun-fun-happy ATM card that funked out yesterday at lunch wouldn’t even let me use it to make a deposit at an official Wachovia ATM. Thus, not only am I at work today, but I am late for work from waiting for the bank to open.

But, I have a free lunch at Bailey’s today (thanks lunch card!) and some cash for cheese and “whatever else” may occur tonight. Not for sure on what the whatever else may be, but I’m sure we’ll figure that out as we go along. Hopefully it will be lots of mindless girl-fun, and perhaps booze.

Anyway.. I just caught the little elf, who claims his name is David Rhoades, trying to sneak more reworks into my pile and had to chase him away. Better shaddap and pay attention here lest he come again.