Now I just have to find the time

Okay, so I'm at work. This site still looks like a fucking retard created it. I'm working past that, though. Through my anger and disappointment in myself. Or something. I think I need coffee. My brain-i-o is still snoozing. It could have something to do with getting up at 5:30 AM AGAIN. This time so I could give Cole a bath before he went to school. Ye, Gods! That's frelling early.
Time to work.

I'm bored, you're bored, we're all bored.

I'm so frelling bored today. What have I done? Nothing. That's what. I want to go home. I want to watch many, many epsiodes of Farscape. I want to do something that isnt't here. Does that make me a bad person? Or just someone who's so supremely on top of her game that everything else is secondary? Whoo! Go, team me! I'm bad and I know it!

I've also reached the point in my day where nothing makes sense because I've had a Code Red and very little else (half a slice of pizza, an orange and 1/4 of a bagel) so all that caffiene is just coursing through my blood like premium fuel for a race car. Scary, isn't it.

I'm tired of thinking of new things to comment about on my own stupid last post. I'm tired of waking up before six in the morning. I'm ready for another mini-vaca. And there's nothing on the horizon. No.thing. Nothing.

Come to think of it, this Livejournal thing isn't too shabby, isn't it. I'm actually having fun putting all this stupid-ness down in one place. Stupid!

I think it's coming together

Well, well, well. I have to say, this is turning out to be far, far more fun than I had thought it would be.
Of course, I've completely neglected my real site today, but it's damn fun every once in a while. Whee!