How many can there be?

As I was driving to work this morning I was composing this long, depressing post in my head about everything that's wrong with my job right now. Then my manager had a long talk with me and actually made me feel better about work, life, and everything else so I no longer need to write that post. That's such a nice thing to be able to say.

However, now my journal for the day has hit a roadblock. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO TALK ABOUT! Yikes.

Wait! I do have a few things.

As I was watching The Office and Supernatural earlier this evening I was obsessing over how I needed a new bookcase. NEEDED ONE! Now the thought has sunk into my brain and all I want to do it go out and buy a freaking new bookcase so I can reorganize all my bookcases into a beautiful and much more organized work of art. Or at least so that my other bookcases aren't so crowded and I can actually find the books that I want to read when I want to read them.

Isn't that a lovely thought?

I have to work tomorrow. Blah.

I'm out.