Um, anyway... Work is not going well. I mean, it's not going badly, but problems beyond my control are holding up my workload, and if I can't get my work done, half of my department can't get their work done. 'Tis madness. My boss understands that it's not my fault, so I'm not in any danger of... whatever happens to people who don't get their work done. Nevertheless, I don't relish having to spend overtime hours catching up to keep everything within Visa/Mastercard timeframes.
Tonight my sister and I were supposed to get together to work on her music theory homework and possibly do some joint Christmas shopping, but she's not feeling well, so I've spent the night at home. Alone. It's nice, except that our cat Moofasa gets lonely, and as those who have met him already know, he's a complete and utter, vicious, bi-polar bastard. I can't go downstairs without Fas assaulting me with pleas for affection, claws, or both (which doesn't do it for me -- sorry).
So yeah, I'm killing time here tonight, but unlike last night I'm not writing DOS programs. No, I've been busy remembering the 80's with VH1, thinking about how I should find a better picture for my journal, and arranging Blue Öyster Cult's Godzilla as a string quartet. That last one's going to take awhile, because it doesn't want to work. Still, I arranged Don't Fear The Reaper that way last summer. Once I finish Godzilla, all I need is to arrange Great White's Rock Me, Warrant's Cherry Pie and a few Ted Neugent songs, and I'll be able to head up the only string quartet that draws a crowd in your uncle Kent's trailer park.
Yeah, and monkeys might fly out of my mullet.