I did sleep some last night. I've still got a Tylenol PM hangover. (I can't take a prescription pill at 0030, but I can take 1 Tylenol PM). There were thunderstorms, so Jasper was a bit freaked out.

I've got my iPod on; I have not heard my co-workers yet today.

I'm still not thrilled with my place, but I am planning on waiting out the lease.

It's gray and gloomy.

Well I do believe that professionally this was the right move for me, personally I'm not so sure. I miss the people at my old office. They aren't as fun here. I miss my cube with the window. Not only does the guy behind me have a window, he shuts his blinds every day because he doesn't want to look outside. Also, he makes noises all day long. If you've ever met an 8-year-old boy you know what I mean. I can't find my iPod headphones, so I can't drown him out. I just found them. Tomorrow, I'll bring my iPod and I won't have to listen to him.

Also, WTF is up with my co-worker who is currently on a conference call? On speakerphone. In his cube. I don't make you listen to my conference calls, guy.

I hate, hate, hate where I live. I miss my little house. The place is adequate, but it's nothing special. It's an apartment complex, so the population is transient and there is no sense of community. The AC is terrible. I have to run fans upstairs and still I sweat because it's so goddamned humid. It will be really fun when I am running the clothes dryer this summer. That's right, the dryer is upstairs. It's a stackable washer/dryer and holds about 6 things. I'm really pissed that I have to go to the laundromat to wash some blankets and a quilt. I could have washed them in my old washer. The only redeeming quality the place has is that it's close to my sister's. I can get out of the lease early, but it will cost me a month's rent. So, I cannot wait until next April.

Of course, I'd love to be able to buy a house then, but I don't see it happening.

I also have a few people I'd like to call up and tell off.

And I hate all of my work clothes.

The fact that I only got three hours of sleep last night may have exacerbated this.

I've updated my About page. I will update "100 things" soon.

A Wikihow entry called "How to Make a Cat Bed from an Old Sweater" was linked to on my google home page today. I present to you another way, which can be accomplished in two steps.

1. Take sweater out of closet/drawer/whatever.
2. Throw sweater on floor.

Note: This works even better if you pretend that you might want to wear the sweater again.

1. Sold beer at the NASCAR race.
2. Got hit on by two rednecks as I was trying to leave. Who were friends, and apparently taking turns with the hitting on me. Good times.