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Tired. I'd go to bed, but need sleep since I work midnight tomorrow.

My boss asked me tonight, "So, what day do you want off?"

"Saturday." was my prompt reply.

So. This could be good. No arguments on getting it off, which means I'll still have a job when I get back from WW.

Not great, but not bad, either.

I hate this job. I need a better one, so I don't feel like some piece of stone that doesn't have any function.

It's why I'm up all the time after work--I need to feel like an intelligent human being after spending 7 hours sitting doing nothing.

TV isn't that stimulating.

Although there was a Black Adder special on tonight. Was fun. Even though I didn't get to tape it. Dammit.

Should have known they'd show something like it, and brought the VCR. Hiss.

Stupid fucking no cable at home.

Otherwise, I could've called home and said, "Hey, tape this!" Since, at home, I'd have decently clear reception... Which I don't have for the PBS station.

gah. tired.

bleh

So. Got to thinking today, and ended up starting the monumental task that is cataloging all of the books on my shelves.

So far, the main shelves (ones I read lots) have 9 pages. And the junk shelves have 5. Yeesh.

I'm up to the F's in the main shelves, and I've done quite a bit of rearranging--which is good, since I now have more room on the G-Z shelves, which were becomming overcrowded with books stacked on top of them.

But still... 14 pages... I did good, I think.

Eventually, I'll pop the lists up online, just so you can all see what crap I've spent money on over the last 15 years.

Tomorrow, I start on the high stacks of Regencies. Maybe I can get them into some sort of order. Hrm.

Meanwhile, I go to work tonight. Sigh. Ick.

Must go get dressed. (am dressed, but need to put the ugly work shirt on)