Ok, I'm all done complaining about my job. I just had the best performance evaluation I can possibly imagine. Of course, I don't qualigy for merit-based raises since I'm in the union, but it's damn nice to be appreciated. :)

You know you work in a decrepit building when the power goes out three times in half an hour and no one blinks an eye.

Well, I thought I was better. I'm hoping it's the weather, but I am struggling to keep my eyes open today, and I got 9 hours of sleep last night. Oy.

Anyway, mostly physically better, though I am in a serous emotional funk. And for no real discernible reason.

So posting may be sporadic at best. I've been horribly bad about answering emails lately because of said funk, so if I've been ignoring you, rest assured that you're not alone. :)

I just really really really want to be better. Damn this winter and damn my poor constitution.

Yesterday, out in the suburbs, when I should have been been playing cards and enjoying good food with Matthew's parents, I was instead curled up on the couch in a blanket because I was freezing cold in a warm house and felt like I might faint at any second.

Today I am at work, but just barely functioning.

Tomorrow, Wednesday, and Thursday I get to work from home. Maybe, just maybe, staying home in my pjs and eating soup will help me kick this thing for good. But I don't have my hopes up too high.

A couple of disjointed thoughts...

--On WGN news this morning, there was a graphic for the Alaskan oil drilling legislation. The graphic said "Artic Oil Bill." I know it's not the best news station out there, but come on.

--My boss made up for his previous gaff by telling me I could work shortened hours next week. And since it's spring break, and my building is being refloored, he also said that if it was too scary or too smelly in my office, I should feel free to go home early any day. Woo! Now, just to keep myself from taking advantage of that too much.

--I get to order a new copier! Hey, I'm bored right now. This is exciting news. And it has a fax machine included. Bonus! Most important, it has a document feeder. Until you've tried it, you just can't understand how mind-numbing it is to photocopy a 100-page document one sheet at a time. Now that I have a copier, I no longer need an assistant. :)

My boss just called me "Kel." I'm so not okay with that.

I must say... there's nothing better than getting drunk on company time and company dime. (please excuse typos, i can't quite see straight!)

Walking to the train this morning I had to stop and wait to cross the street. Based on the distance the nearest car was to me I typically would have crossed, but the car was weaving all over the road, and I didn't want to risk being hit by a crazy drunk. As the car neared I realized that it was a white limo in poor repair. The limo slowed and then stopped directly in front of me. The window rolled down. A sleazy overgrown frat boy leaned out and slurred, "you need a cab?" I politely declined and thanked the good lord for public transportation.

If that had been a dream, what would it symbolize?

You know you don't take elevators very often when a ride in an elevator feels like magic. I rode up three floors today, and I had a very difficult time orienting myself to the fact that I was not still on the ground floor. It was unsttling enough that I plan to stick to the stairs from now on.

According to the calendar, my brother turns 23 two weeks from today. I refuse to believe he'll be that old. In my mind he's still 13. If he's really 23, that makes me much older than I want to admit to being. :)