well then

[dragonlady7]

Wow, I still hurt all over! What an astonishing surprise, after wrestling with that goddamn door all afternoon. Eight more hours today promise to hold many more quality moments with the door, and I am panting in anticipation. And what's better, Dave can't give me a ride in, so I have to take the bus, which doesn't run at a useful time, and so I have to go get on it in half an hour so I can sit in the uncomfortable airport chairs at work for an hour before I can clock in, because the next bus won't get me there for yet another hour! I'd call in late, but I did that the week before last, and last week didn't come in at all on Tuesday, and I just think I don't need to push it. So, off I go, to sit and be frustrated because at the moment I have a great deal of writing to do but all of it involves revising existing bits, which, as I may have mentioned before, I can't do on the Newton. Great, no? Yes. I think that totally rules.
So, all my electronic devices are plugged in and charging while I get ready for work, and hopefully none of them will crap out on me. Maybe in my two-plus hours of enforced idleness I'll come up with something interesting to compose on the Newton. Thbppbbbtt. Perhaps I should make a sticker that I put on that thing that reads, "I'd rather be editing", because it's usually true. And yet, when I get home and have access to these things I want to edit, I'm always too tired and distracted and would rather sleep.

It sucks to have to work.