Anyway, as I write this it's 8:56 AM, and I hope the first hour of my work week isn't an indication of the rest of it. I just read through a big stack of responses to correspondence I've been sending out. My business correspondence is a lot tighter and less wordy than my journal, but apparently nobody actually reads it. Coffee. I feel bad for the guy whom I've just asked to inform a certain local head shop that a handwritten note bearing the words "this was for a bong and rolling papers" does not fulfill my request for a signed sales draft. I swear, one of these days I'm going to design a web page about the stupid letters I read in my job. Thing is, using the actual stupid letters would be incredibly illegal, so I'll have to write my own. Coffee.
Busy weekend. Friday and Saturday nights were spent with Ellen. The snow on Friday made driving across town a foolish idea, but I did it anyway. We stayed in and ordered a pizza. On Saturday we watched Yellow Submarine which Ellen had never seen. On Sunday I went to Pedro's for lunch with evil_jim, Thea, Tick, Lindsay, Monica, and our friend Brad whom I've not seen for at least four years, and his girlfriend whom I've not seen ever. Coffee. It was cool to see people I rarely get a chance to talk to. Keith and Tom weren't present, and were apparently unhappy when they called in the afternoon wondering why Lindsay hadn't come over for gaming yet. I should really call them, 'specially since they're out in Janesville with financial and vehicular limitations and a whole lot of nothing to do. Maybe I could finally get around to organizing that film festival. Coffee.
I just got another cup of coffee (at 10:23). When I walked into the break room, someone was rocking her forehead against the candy machine and saying "ahhhhhhh, you suck" in her best Napoleon Dynamite voice. She got embarrassed when she saw me, and was turning to leave when her pouch of trail mix dislodged and thunked into the slot. She turned around, picked it up, said "yessssssss," and left. I can just feel that it's going to be one of those weeks. Coffee.
Every week is "one of those weeks." This doesn't have to be a bad thing. Coffee. According to this news story linked to by Fark, a British scientist has mathematically pinpointed today as the most depressing day of the year, but if I didn't have this cold I'd be feeling pretty good. Oh, well. Off to take my lunchbreak and get my hair cut.