In which I do a lot of nothing and am grumpy about it. The important points are in bold.

Yesterday I was not at work because my uterus exploded violently into a million sharp little serrated shards, and tried to crawl slowly and with cruel intent around my abdomen.

I spent the day in bed popping Pamprin and feeling extraordinarily sorry for myself. When I wasn’t crying, that is.

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Friday night we went out and tagged along on a double date with the Holy Couple and SMcL & MissT, making it a triple date. It was fun. But the service in the new restaurant above the bar? Sucked. We got there at eight and weren’t done until ten thirty.

I think the guy who owns the place is losing his mind – he almost threw a woman out of the bar because she, angry at her husband for spilling a very sweet and sticky cocktail all over her outfit, hit the bathroom door with the flat of her little hand. And later when I told him he should get Red Bull on tap because his bartenders waste tons of time opening those little cans to make Jager Bombs, he went nearly apoplectic on me and claimed it didn’t come on tap. “Oh,” I said, easing out of the conversation, “that’s silly. It should be on tap.” I didn’t tell him how many bars I’ve been in that do have it – well, okay, a generic version – on tap.

Saturday I did nothing. I didn’t get dressed. I didn’t even put my contacts in. It was lovely. Bread went out and played poker, but came back too early for it to have been a relaxing day alone for me.

Sunday Bread dragged me to Iowa City to meet his sister KW at Menards to look at the fixtures she’ll be getting in her basement remodel. After shopping we all went to Olive Garden for lunch. I was pretty much tired and cranky and pissed off that I had to go in the first place, because if I never go to another Menards again that would be ideal… and I suppose there might have been a touch of PMS happening there… but mainly I didn’t see why I had to be late for band practice just so he didn’t have to go work by himself.

Bread dropped me off at rehearsal. The board was back, but it wasn’t fixed. Gear sucks. Bands spend more time fucking with their gear than they ever do playing. If they can make a 6 oz. device that lets you watch movie in HD, they should be able to make PAs that are small, affordable, and don’t suck. *rolleyes* We celebrated BvB’s birthday by eating cake and ice cream. I had a giggling sugar fit and had tons of fun… until I crashed. Hate the sugar crash. *sigh*

I played Asteroids on my iPod while booted into Linux. My geek dick is, like, twelve inches long.

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Now it’s Tuesday and I’m at work and I’ve got web sites to move from one server to another. If I had a clever thought in my head I’d write it here for your amusement, but I don’t. You’ll just have to settle for the knowledge that I adore you, my lovelies.

In which I rock.

I did it, I put Linux on my iPod! Yay! So geeky, so fun!

AND I have a massage scheduled. Yummm.

In other news, working for a living makes me tired. I slept until two minutes to nine this morning. I’m supposed to be at work at nine. Ugh.

In which time goes by so slowly.

It’s nearly two o’clock. The day is oozing by, positively oozing. It’s like watching a river of molasses. Or crude oil. Or something dark and viscous. (Or dark and vicious. Whatever. It’s slow, is my point.)

And while the past three days have felt rather Spring-like, this morning the temperature dropped about twenty degrees. My teeth were chattering when I jogged down to India Cafe to get some lunch. Brr.

What you may not know is that my Mr Coffee Mug Activated Warmer is one of the most important electric devices in my entire life. Here it is, keeping my mug o’ tea warm:

I think I got my Mr Coffee Mug Activated Warmer out of a freebox in college, but I’m not sure. I know I’ve had it for at least a decade, if not longer. I always keep it on my desk at work, wherever that may be. It in turn always keeps my hot beverages at the perfect drinking temperature.

It’s wonderful. Everyone should have one. You can even warm your fingers on it.

Now I believe I shall brave the elements and run next door to the gas station for something in the way of chocolate and sweet. Maybe hot chocolate. Or maybe a chocolate bar and some milk I can bring back to my desk and make tea with.

Hmm. Decisions, decisions.

In which I forgot my baby. I’m a horrible mother.

I have to drive home at lunch time today, and I don’t care if it’s a waste of gas!

See, I was just about to put Linux on my iPod — I had all the files downloaded and extracted and renamed and was at the point in the instructions where it says ‘now connect your iPod to your computer,’ and I reached into my purse to grab it…

…and it wasn’t there. I left it at home next to my bed! Ack! Double ack! (I never go anywhere without my iPod.)

Floydzilla comes with iDoom preinstalled, yo. Not to mention Asteroids. Who doesn’t want to play Asteroids on her freakin’ iPod, I ask you?!

In other news, I’ve managed to drive to work two mornings in a row now without spilling my tea. Yay!

In which I find myself driving around at dusk.

Last night I hung around the office ’til 5:30 or so, updating my iPod and surfing blogs. Then I rolled past the bar but Bread wasn’t there and since Amazon Blonde doesn’t work there any more there was hardly any chance of getting a decent bloody mary.

It was going to be dark soon, so I headed home to change my headlight. That little enterprise took longer than you’d think — many screws need to be removed to swap out one’s headlight.

After that, I drove past the Libertyville bar, but Bread wasn’t there either.

Drove back to town.

Apparently I didn’t adjust my new lamp very well, because two people flashed me when I had my low beams on. I’ll have to fiddle with that.

Stopped at the gas station for gas (still two-something a gallon) and cigs. Drove back by the Dead Cock. Where in the hell is my hubby getting drunk?

Cell phone rings. He’s at the bowling alley, and if I stopped by he’d buy me a drink.

So I went over there, and he bought me a drink. Then he wanted $15 bucks for something. *rolleyes*

After awhile, I left for rehearsal. My voice really opened up last night and felt good; I don’t know why last night rather than any other night but sometimes that happens. We worked on a song I wrote and afterwards PK gave me shit about being indifferent about originals when I first joined the band. “You shrugged and said you weren’t into it, and then you bring us this!”

In other news, I think I’m gonna put Linux on my iPod because my brother did it. Plus, who doesn’t want Space Invaders and Pong and Asteriods and a Matrix screensaver on her 5th gen iPod?!

In which gravity continues to have a profound effect on the objects in my life.

I made a huge mug of tea this morning, very black and strong, with the perfect amounts of milk and sugar. We have these nifty drinking glasses, they’re 1-quart canning jars with handles on them. They hold a lot of tea.

So I’m driving to work today and had one of my famous moments of total spas-fucking-ticity and I dumped the better part of a quart of tea all over my leg and the floor well of the driver’s side of my jeep!

I have tea all down my right leg, all over my right sock, and in my right shoe.

At least I didn’t dump the stuff all over, say, my guitar (which was in the back seat) or all over the passenger seat (which contained my purse, a book, a scarf, and my hat).

When I got to work I pulled the floor mat out, let it drip for a moment, and threw it up on top of the luggage rack to dry.