Braindrops on roses

The question of the hour is ... What have I done this morning? The answer, of course, is "nothing". In the nearly two hours since the bank has been open I have checked out my sites, checked my friends and ... umm ... little else. I (briefly) thought about doing a couple more weeks of scheduling, but that seriously seems too mentally taxing. I could write, I guess. I do get a little too distracted by the things going on around me, though, so that might not be the best idea.

Next on my list of brain-less things ...
I said last night that I was considering a marathon Stargate season 7 session - umm, does one episode count as a marathon? Cuz that's all I watched. Hey, back off, I was seriously tired last night. I couldn't keep my eyes open. At 8:30. Shut up! I slept like the dead so I obviously needed the sleep. Or, maybe it was just the lack of pointy little knees randomly digging into my back and the patented hair-twirl that Cole uses on me. While he's sleeping. Geez, I miss that little booger when he's gone.

And then?
My desk is turning into a craptastic crap-fest. How the hell did all this "paperwork" (the use of airquotes, except they're not airquotes, are they? They're actual quotes ... okay! The use of quotes indicating to all and sundry that this paperwork is so unimportant it should be classified as trash.) accumulate? Huh? Somebody explain this to me. Furthermore, why are there approximately 7 boxes shoved behind my other desk? Are they hiding? Does somebody not want me to know they're there? Arrgh.

And these are the ...?
I might be hungry. Maybe that's why I'm having a cranky moment. Or, maybe it's the COMPLETE LACK OF THINGS TO DO TODAY! One or the other, right?

With that, I have officially run out of things to say.
Ta.