Because of my schedule changing this week, I’ve gotten to work seven days in a row. Today is the last day of that. I doubt that today will end as quickly as I desire it to.

Yesterday was good. I got some stuff off of my chest. So, yeah. Good.

My mind is mush this morning. I want more sleep. I want to go home and sleep. Instead I get to fantasize about stabbing customers through the phone lines. Yes, ma’am, I’d be happy to teach you how to send attachments when you don’t have the slightest grasp of how your file system works.

I’m actually in a fairly good mood, so don’t take my whining at face value. Break comes in three minutes, which means sugar. :)