i got far too much spam over this weekend. someone should totally fire the puremessage admin.
oh, wait. *facepalm*i got far too much spam over this weekend. someone should totally fire the puremessage admin.
oh, wait. *facepalm*it is 64°F in my office. i did finally remember to bring a sweater hoodie in, so i’m wearing that over my t-shirt, but i’m still cold. stupid workplace crack-addled HVAC system. i find it somewhat disturbing that i should have to order a space heater from the office manager because the a/c is consistently cranked up so high that i have to run to the ladies’ john to run hot water over my hands just so i can type.
also, everyone’s out of the office today. it feels like it’s just me here. sure, there are other people here and there in their offices, but nobody that i actually work with is here. it’s depressingly lonesome. i wonder if it would feel less lonesome if i wasn’t so cold? …oh, and my mom’s surgery got bumped ’til tuesday. someone at the hospital apparently clued in that maaaaaybe they shouldn’t take non-critical cases in when there’s a hurricane taunting the region and there might be some actual emergent cases to deal with. way to work that out, medical professionals!the house i own in texas is in an area which is expected to graciously welcome hurricane rita (or what remains of it) sometime saturday-night/sunday-morningish.
and my mom’s going in for gallbladder surgery tomorrow morning, which should kick her out of the hospital just in time to have the storm all up in her face. i’m not feeling stressed and out-of-sorts, no no.my desk phone is not a fax machine. i really wish you would catch on to that.
love,