Blah.

If the universe wasn't conspiring against me I would have 1 more day of work until my vacation. Alas, I now have to work a half day on Saturday. Fuck. You know, last time I had a vacation planned my manager died. I'm seriously starting to think that although I will eventually get to take my vacation I'm going to have to storm the black gate of Mordor and throw Gollum into a fiery pool of lava to get to that point.

Wow, that was almost the dorkiest thing I've ever said. Almost. I vaguely remember one time that I compared the cleaning of my closet to Frodo's journey. Okay. Shutting up now.

I have nothing else to say.