I probably could not be less productive at work if I tried. These past two days have been just a joke. If my boss knew how little actual work I got done, I'd be in big trouble. Ah, well. Things always manage to get done, and on time, even if I have to work like a maniac at the last minute.
I just dislike what I do. I'd hoped it would never come to this, but it has. My job is irritating. It's menial. It's trivial, much of it. It's boring. And now I'll shut up about it, because I'm boring you.
So yes, I did, in fact, get the table over the weekend. It turned out to be smaller than I'd thought, but also nicer than I'd though. So it evens out. It looks great in the dining area. Of course, any table would look better there than the Bowflex.
And speaking of that, I may have a buyer. A guy emailed within hours of my ad on Craigslist. The soonest he can come get it is Thursday. We'll see if that becomes a reality. I'm skeptical until I have cash in hand.
So ladyluck basically convinced me to get a MySpace page. But now I'm peeved at them... They've aged me! My birthday is not for ten more days. But it already shows me being a year older than I was yesterday. Bastards.
I haven't yet explored Mindsay's new personal Wiki pages, but I suspect they're meant to be similar to MySpace. But unless they really overhaul the way you can find other people on this site, it'll be just a pale imitation.
So I teach tonight. In two short hours. I don't really wanna. I've been tired all day. I can't blame it entirely on the fact that I was up late chatting with stalkerchick (though I'm sure that's a big part of it). It's also due to the fact that I have two sleep disorders: sleep apnea and restless leg syndrome. So even when I get a full eight hours of sleep, it's rarely of any good quality.
The sad part is that when I get home from class tonight, I know I'll just get on the computer for a couple hours, staying up too late again.
Such is life.
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