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Tired, sniffly, and so out of it that I actually went to work this morning with my shirt on inside- out. (As if having Sexy Back in my head a few days ago wasn't a bad enough sign... no one can see when you have Sexy Back in your head.)
I... yeah. I guess, on the bright side, it's Friday, and there will be socializing tonight, and epicness tomorrow (that may or may not involve snow... I'm not looking forward to that bit). And my work is caught up almost through Friday of next week, so I can afford to type a little more slowly and actually make sure I'm doing things right. (I seriously just typed "wrong" there the first time. I wonder if I'm subconsciously sabotaging myself in this job. I mean, I remember last week sitting there going "It doesn't matter if I don't request these things, I won't be here much longer anyway." These things just spring unbidden into my head. I think some bit of me is rebelling against me over this job.) I've made so many typos and dumb mistakes this week... really, wearing my clothes inside-out is just the icing on the cake. If a cold is all it takes for my brain to turn to mush now, I've got a problem.
What do I even do about this? Frakdarnit.
I... yeah. I guess, on the bright side, it's Friday, and there will be socializing tonight, and epicness tomorrow (that may or may not involve snow... I'm not looking forward to that bit). And my work is caught up almost through Friday of next week, so I can afford to type a little more slowly and actually make sure I'm doing things right. (I seriously just typed "wrong" there the first time. I wonder if I'm subconsciously sabotaging myself in this job. I mean, I remember last week sitting there going "It doesn't matter if I don't request these things, I won't be here much longer anyway." These things just spring unbidden into my head. I think some bit of me is rebelling against me over this job.) I've made so many typos and dumb mistakes this week... really, wearing my clothes inside-out is just the icing on the cake. If a cold is all it takes for my brain to turn to mush now, I've got a problem.
What do I even do about this? Frakdarnit.
