October 27th, 2004

Twisty tree


I am so barely barely barely on top of things that it's not even funny. I don't *think* I've dropped any major balls, but I've got so many up in the air, I'm not sure if I'd notice a few were missing and lying at my feet.

I double-dog-dare anyone at work today to give me grief for taking three afternoons off this week.

Don't look at the list of things to do, Ellen... just don't look at it right now.

That dreaded list

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Near-random capitalization brought to you by a long history of reading too many Regency romances...

Also, I am SO heartily sick of politics I could puke. I don't even want to listen to the radio anymore. I am so not voting party lines this year (not that I usually do). I am voting for the few remaining candidates who haven't alienated and appalled me by their vicious, mis-leading, sensationalist ads. I am voting for people who give me any sense of hope for humanity. That eliminates nearly all of my presidential candidates (yes, I will probably vote for Nater... charisma of a clam, but I think he'd do right by the country, which is more than I can say for my other choices).

Man, I'm in a rather bad mood, apparently.