Hyperactivity breeds in boredom.

Unfortunately, inspiration doesn’t seem to. I’ve been trying to write a Steven entry all day, and nothing’s presenting itself. Maybe I should just start writing random words and go from there.

If only I could work on my novel between calls without fear of Comcast attempting to claim ownership. *sigh* I’d probably be nearly done by now.

I have a feeling that I’m going to break out into Christmas songs soon. I need to find my damn Santa hat.

It’s mine, , I bought it from you. ;) You can’t have it back.

I am now out of stamps. Maybe I should stop by the Lansing post office tonight and get some holiday ones out of the machine. DOLLAR COINS!! WOOHOO!!!

Yeah. Bored. I think I’m taking more calls now that I’m trying to slow down. *snicker*

Road trip, people! Looks like I’m going to DC on Wednesday and Thursday to pick up . I’m hoping I get to ride the metro at least a little bit. :)

The bathroom is finished being unpacked. Well, except for little decorative bits here and there. But I promised that I’d wait for her to show up to make decorating decisions. Heh.

Tonight, it’s off to Lansing to see , , and her sister sing.

I actually made my lunch for today, which means that I’m spending less money on food and have more time to write on my lunch break. Good points all around.

I can’t find it odd that my apartment is rife with static electricity. I get mildly shocked on the TV, the electronics on top of it, corners of walls, the thermostat… practically everything but my computers.

I can’t find it odd that I went from 4.2 calls per hour to 5.2 calls per hour to 6.0 calls per hour in three months.

I can’t find it odd that my supervisor told me to slow down, and purposefully take more time with each customer, so that I make sure to cover all angles and all problems that they may have.

I can’t find it odd that my supervisor was frustrated that he couldn’t find a single recorded call where I didn’t make sure to cover all angles and all problems that the customer may have had.

I can’t find it odd that my first grocery shopping trip made my apartment feel a lot more like home.

Laundry is over halfway done. PC is set up, and network is complete. MP3 sharing is operational, so CD burning will work. Next to set up is the shared printer. Straightening the bathroom is almost done. Straightening the kitchen is done. That leaves the living room.

I can’t find it odd that my excitement is growing over ‘s upcoming visit to Ypsilanti.

So, yesterday I felt like shit, which caused me to be a shit.

Having a headache initially, picking a greasy fast food joint for lunch, the flickering flourescent lights that are slowly dying above me, and irritable customers (plus maybe the fatal flu strain, *chuckle*) combined to make me sick as a dog yesterday.

I was supposed to go and pick Zach up from Flint to hang out with me for a couple of days. Reason number 1. called me yesterday for boxes, and I was too sick to take them to him, though I told him he was welcome to them if he wanted to pick them up. Reason number 2.

So, shit happens. Heh. :) I feel better now, though my stomach still feels pretty touch and go. At least the headache’s gone.

Scott and came by out of the blue while I was sick, tried to cheer me up, and drank my Guinness. :) Visits with Scott are always surreal, whether they’re expected or not.

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Update:
One of my new pod-mates is sick with the same thing, but she’s further on. Sounds like she got the worse end of the stick, as well. I’m currently counting my blessings, and they’ve reached triple-digits.

Perhaps the rose is just a rose.

I accidentally stepped on my cel phone’s headset when its cord was tangled around my briefcase bag as I was getting out of my car.

These pants are actually really pretty old. I should trash them, because I don’t think charities will take clothes that need to be fixed. Unless somebody wants them for use for material. I’ve got another pair I should really get rid of too, with a broken zipper.

I guess I’m a little hard on my zippers. Heh. :)

So, I typed up and sent out Chapters 8 and 9. I’m a third of the way into writing Chapter 10. I have Blue Care Network sending me the list of primary care physicians. I’ve made most calls per hour in my group once again this month.

This morning, I confirmed that my cell phone headset is dead. And while I was in the bathroom, the tab on my zipper broke off.

Another wave of entropy, it seems. But I can’t see what it’s trying to tell me.